I think the first rule of the Greatest Thread ever should be that you don’t talk about the greatest thread ever
The second rule should be…
Free pickles.
Hah, bet you didn’t see THAT coming 
Free pickles, eh? This is turning into a dilly of a thread.
But “The Greatest Thread Ever”? Well, that’ll depend on just how many free pickles there are, won’t it?
A lavender’s blue thread, dilly, dilly.
Or, rather, lavender’s green.
I’m eating a pickle right now.
Actually that’s a lie, but in truth i am heading to the 'fridge to GET one now. I also just had cybersex.
Well, there are going to be plenty. This thread is so great I’m going to contribute two 5 litre jars of pickles. Home made.
You get pickles at the movies!? Holy cow!
Over here we don’t get anything but frisked when going to the movies. If the find even as much as a chewing gum they go for the whole body cavity search thing.
And when we find our seats, we have to share it, so we sit like pickles in a jar. Great thread this, ripping up our repressed and pickled memories.
I keep hearing about all these free pickles, but the greatest [del]pickle[/del] thread ever should have free energy. Free energy and dancing girls.
Yes definitely Free energy and dancing girls. Oh and Beer!
Can’t forget the Beer.
So Free energy and dancing girls and Beer and of course pickles.
BTW: What type of pickles, is it a variety? I would like a nice crisp fresh garlic dill please.
Wait, what was I talking about?
Jim
I can see where this is going and i’m not having pickle pie made by monkey butlers, greatest thread or not.
Hey, where are our dancing boys? Or is that role filled already by the pickles?
Sorry babe, you gotta make do. Besides, who’s going to do the dancing? Get on stage!
Sure, sure, either way, whatever floats your boat. 
Well, I guess I ought to contribute at least one post if this is actually going to be the Greatest Thread Ever. All I want to say is
I can’t believe that the greatest thread ever is almost entirely about pickles. I don’t even like pickles. Pickle, with a bit of cheese, now that’s nice.
Anyway, this thread just goes to show that you can’t successfully self-identify without something to back it up. Like I could say I’m King of Switzerland - but I’m not really.
This is the worst post ever in the greatest thread ever.
What sort of cheese? I mean we do need to strike the proper Cheese and Pickle combination, do we not?
I don’t know what I can do to add to the greatness of the Greatest Thread Ever.
So, in an attempt to be artsy, I will recite - from memory - a poem I memorized in 8th grade.
Sit back and enjoy ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’ by Robert Frost.
Who’s woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping here
to watch his woods fill up with snow.
The little horse must think it queer
to stop without a farm house near
between these woods and frozen lake
this darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
to ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sounds the sweep
of easy wind and downy flake.
These woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But, I have promises to keep
and miles to go before I sleep
and miles to go before I sleep.
Thank you for your time.
[sub]if there is any mistakes in that poem, bite me. I memorized it 14 yrs ago :)[/sub]
Thank you, brewha!
That’s just what this thread was lacking, a poem to go with the pickles.
My problem with the flying monkey butlers is what they do when they’re not flying. I think they need rocket skates.
And diapers.
Oh, that reminds me… I was supposed to get some pickles.
Cite?
Regards,
Shodan