lel frowns as she listens to sperfur’s breathing with her prognosticator’s stethoscope
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Today’s prediction: A command performance by fizzygoodmakefeelnice and her dancing turkey!
Nope, Angua and her incredibly long and tedious error calculations.
fizzy’s next.
I’m here.
Someone has changed my screen saver to say ‘ARMPIT’
Hey ETF, my turkey can dance? Can it do tap?
Dibs on the Wild Dancing Turkey!
Ahh, but which fizzy?
That’s NOT where that thermometer goes!
Idle Thoughts
That one 
lel
fizzygoodmakefeelnice, just where do you think the dance known as the “Turkey Trot” came from?
That’s right, a turkey in the straw (turkey in the hay)!
lel, will you lend me your prognosticator saddle?
lel, lel, lel. Everybody wants to hear from lel. What is it with her? Why doesn’t anyone predict, say, Angua?
I just finished several different 9/11 threads, posting in one of them. (Iampunha’s)
Then, I put on John Lennon’s Imagine
[typing through tear weary eyes]
You guys are all really neat. I might even say, in a weird, net interacting kind of way… I love you. for what it’s worth.
[no, not a joke]
I predict peace, may it come to us all…
[next poster]
keep the good times coming, y’all 
I’m the next poster!
Angua
Super Gnat, Super Gnat, rah rah rah!!!
Angua, Angua, sis boom bah!!!
NoClueBoy, will this thread hit the magic 2000 mark today?
[puts on prognosticating taffeta tutu]
The tag goes where?
Oh!
[readjusts tutu]
Will probably take at least another week, if it lives long enough…
Spurious George
NoClueBoy
Wrong.
I believe I have THE prognosticator item to trump all of them. Inspried by Spoz, I have the…
(wait for it…)
PROGNOSTICATOR DIRTY BOMB!!! BLAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA!!!
(okay, I’ll stop for now with the “dirty bomb” references)
No matter if I guess right or wrong, this baby is going to explode anyhow… take cover, you lot! (I’m already immune since I’ll be throwing it as soon as I make my predication)
I predict…
NoClueBoy
prognosticator bomb explodes, sending everyone in the thread running in all directions for cover
F_X
Why am I covered in marshmellows?
EddyTeddyFreddy
Ha! I say, HA!!! As I wade through the havoc and devastation, safe and secure in my Anti-Prognosticator Dirty Bomb Suit, searching for survivors, or at least any interesting-looking loot.
Let me count up the posters still standing: one, two, three, many…
Heh. Well, numbers have never been my strong suit, as you can tell from my mistaking 1190+ posts as being on the verge of 2000. :o
Anyway, NoClueBoy, did you survive the sneak attack?
Here’s another one posting with teary eyes. I’ve just spent the last two hours in the loft finding all sorts of things I’d forgotten existed and looking at old photos. Made me sad.
However, on my return it was nice to see that AOL had refrained from logging me out and that my chow mein had congeled into one enormous yellow lump.
Anyways, I predict Abby next.
mmmmmmm… Marshmallows!
NCB
Cats don’t eat marshmallows. Well, most cats don’t. I’m not too sure about the Orange Boys – they eat almost anythng they see me eating.
fizzygoodmakefeelnice, you okay?