In this thread, Bricker stops by to write:
in this thread, RTA posts a Pit thread about Katherine Harris.
Bricker pops in to say:
Bricker, what’s really frightening is that they were nine hours apart. A bender that long isn’t good for anybody.
Duuuuude, put down the bottle of Jack and step away from the computer. 
Sua
Dammit, ruined it. The first thread was OPed by Stoid
Some day, I swear, I’ll tell a joke right.
Sua
I thought it was funny with or without Stoid mentioned, but I’ll grant that it got even better that way…
Still chuckling.
Sharp sights Sua.
::hic:: I’LL TELL YOU WHEN I’M TOO POST TO DRUNK!!!
::falls off chair::
You guys… you guys are the greatest. I love you guys. You’re all, you know, like… smart, and… smart… and funny. I love you guys! This is like, the best time I ever had. But lemme tell you something. Lemme tell you something. Lemme tell you something. I don’t like the way you’re looking at me. I’m not… I’m not angry, I just don’t like the way you’re looking at me. I’m not angry. I’m not angry, just STOP FUCKING LOOKING AT ME BEFORE I KICK YOUR ASS! Aw, shit, I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry. I’m such an asshole. I’m sorry. I think I’m gonna be sick. <Heeuurgh>
This is why I don’t drink. prim
The first example in the OP is misleading. In the context of the thread, Bricker’s post made sense. (Unless the entire point was the confusion about who the OP was.)
Whoosh! 
See, told you I ruined the joke. Yeah, Izzy the entire point was the confusion of the identity of the OPer. (what happened was, Guin had started a Pit thread earlier about her cat’s tendency to cling to Guin’s breasts, claws extended.)
Sua
Well then the question is if you were drinking. (This might be some new variation of Gaudere’s Law).
IzzyR, I was at work. As I am now. I deeply, deeply resent the implication that I would consume mind-altering substances on the job that would lead me to lose track of … lose track of … lose track of something.
The nerve!!
Sua
Yes, certainly. No doubt Bricker will be along shortly to make the same claim.
Oh, this makes me feel great. Someday I might need a lawyer, but apparently they all seem to be a bunch of drunks.
And you were at work at 10:30 on a Saturday night, Sua? Geez…
Yeah, really. You don’t think Sua would do drugs at work, do you? I mean, he’s a lawyer! A responsible professional person!
He just surfs the Web and posts to message boards at work.
I love you guys! No… really, I love you all… man…
C’mere, I built me a robotic monkey butler in a preat suit!
Some of the twisted logic in the briefs and appellate cases I see at work would definitely qualify as mind-altering substances. Login that makes Catch 22 seem lucid and simple.
OK, first, I don’t have a problem, YOU have a problem.
And second, I can stop any time I want to.
Ooh, I can go you one better. What about a six-foot-tall space monkey named George? He’s at my place right now…
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Oho, Flamsterette_X, I sense you have not experienced the wonder that is Homer’s monkey butler thread. Ain’t nothin’ better than drunkenly longing for an ape that buttles, 'cept maybe drunkenly posting same, so that people can laugh at you years later.
Actually, zut I seem to recall reading that thread quite a while ago. Maybe I should review it.
The only reason I came up with the “space monkey” reference is that Spoz and I were talking once on MSN, and he mentioned one of his friends’ pickup lines. (which involved that very thing) Needless to say, they ewre all in various stages of drunkenness in a bar. I’m not too sure how well it went over, though. Don’t remember what he told me.
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