This thread is resurrected from the dead!
Again.
Just how many lives does a thread have, anyway? If cats have nine, is it because they have catgut to hold them together? Would that be considered ties that bind?
This thread is feeling kinda lonely right now…
Drop us a line.
It is indeed fortunate that enough people want this thread to survive that they are willing, from time to time, to give it that little spark to keep the flame glowing if not blazing. As long as this thread has posts, it continues to live, and thus becomes part of the legend of threads on this board. Maybe it’s time for the ones who only read this thread (or check in to see if anything really significant has been posted) to add a thought on this thread’s real value. Maybe not.
I predict…
oh. Sorry. Wrong thread.
Maybe lel can weave you a prognosticator vest from this thread?
Yo momma so skinny, yo daddy thought she was this thread.
Oh, SNAP!
I think EddyTeddyFreddy has a thing for this thread.
“Zing!” went the strings of my heart for this thread.
Even though I’m just stringing it along.
This thread is your thread, this thread is my thread, from NY Island to to the gulf stream waters, this thread was made for you and me.
Is
he
alive or dead?
Ironman likes this thread.
Does a thread such as this REALLY exist or are we collectively imagining that a thread like this MIGHT exist?
Hmmm … I am feeling creative, I need to go to the bathroom, excuse me.
Who was it who lived on Threadneedle Street?
I’m posting to at thread …
Oooooo baby now, can you hear me cryin’ …
I’m sittin’ on your feather bed …
yeahhhhh baby now, I’m truly sighin’ …
you said you were my one thread lover …
Ooooo baby now, I’m not lyin’ …
but now you’re lovin’ my mattress cover …
yeahhhh baby now, I am dyin’ …
(… as Mr. Zappa rolls over in his grave …)
The Grateful Thread
With a thread like this, who needs enemas?
Well I think I’m going out of my thread,
yes I think I going out of my thread,
over youuuuuuuu,
over youuuuuuuu.
Goin’ out of my THREAD over you,
outta’ my THREAD over you,
outta’ my THREAD,
day and night,
night and day and night,
wrong or right,
night and day and night.
Yes I think I’m going out of my thread,
well I think I going out of my thread,
over youuuuuuuu,
over youuuuuuuu.
This thread was made for you and me.
or,
This thread ain’t goin nowhere
this thread…
and for me who’s been working now for whatever 48 - 3.5 hours is
sleep the raveled thread that knits the sleeve of care
I know I made some mistakes here but I just now figured I’ve been up 44.5 hours. It took me a few readings of that compilicatish equstrinatish algerbay-ish statement above to actually fugure out how long I’ve been working. Granted a few breaks were had. I’m home now and I think I’ll have a drink and then sleep.
Tomorrow I wil continue another project. Packing. I am MOVING!
Indoor pool. Outdoor pool. and more good stuff. Jacuzzi, sauna…
And…
I’m on the water of Linkhorn Bay!
This thread is about moving away! A whole 1 mile and still just blocks from the ocean.
Whoops, I meant to make some psycho-babble to Zeldar.
You are not a Farting Dog I know Farting Dog and you are no Farting Dog!
I’m his dad.
Now for that drink.
sleep deprivation combined with work is inebriating, I need to compound it. Just to try and sleep. Wierd thing is I’m amped.
good morning
tunabreath: I BURNING YOUR FARTING DOG