This thread is sort of like that thread and that thread…
It’s like this…that…and this thread (uh)…
It’s like that and like this and like that thread (uh)…
It’s like this…
A thread like unto no thread that ever was nor ever shall be, world without end, amen.
Théoden: What will you have me do? Look at my men. Their courage hangs by a thread.
Perhaps it is this one.
Cry Havok! And let slip the threads of war!
Is that a thread I see before me?
A pox on both your threads.
Do you bite your thread at me?
Methinks the thread doth protest too much.
By the prickling of my thread, something evil this way comes.
A tale of thread crossed lovers.
Out! Out, damn thread!
To be. Or not to be. That is the thread.
et tu, thread?
I wonder what color this thread is?
SoooooooomeWHEEEEEEEERE over the threadbow…
This thread has warped the very fiber of my being.
I am Cornholio!
Are you thread-ening me?
It was a dark and threadening night.
I just saved this thread from a fate worse then death. (namely, being killed)
Which poses the ultimate question. When threads die, do they go to a thread graveyard?
Naw, they just wind up on the Great Bobbin inthe Sky.
Isn’t Linus waiting for the Great Bobbin right now?
I like this thread much better than I like mosquitoes, who have bitten me in 2 places that I apparently missed with the repellant spray. The bites itch like a bitch. This thread does not itch. This thread does not cause West Nile Virus.
This thread is actually a remedy against whatever ails you. It has been proven in laboratory tests to perform better than placebo treatments in 9 out of 43 cases.
I hear that thread’s getting jealous.
a spell weaver might make this thread magical.
This is a threadbare excuse for a thread if I ever saw one.
Not that I have, mind you.
This post is not about this thread. It’s time for a speedbump in this thread…which this post is not about. Really, it’s not. I mean it. This post is about anything but this thread. This post is about , er…umm…A PARROT! That’s it! A parrot, blue with some red. It can’t talk but it sometimes mumbles. It probably could talk but it is a recalcitrant parrot. Stuck up you might say. No friends. Standoffish. Marginally pet material. It’s sleeping now.
See? Not about this thread at all. Just as I said.
I spy, with my little eye… A parrot on a thread!