Kenny, Kenny he’s our man,
if he can’t kill it no one can.
Ooops
Keith
“No more rhyming now, I mean it!
Anybody want a peanut?”
I think Homer may have a point (way back there). What are the merits of moloster vs malaster?
The composite is for MOst Last pOSTER, or MOst LAst poSTER.
Hmmm. Discuss.
Moloster. Molaster. Molaster. Moloster. Hmmmm. I think I like the sound of molaster.
Anyone?
Oy! Irishman, haven’t you loined,
You can’t change a word once it’s coined!
“Moloster” it is.
(It’ll be on the quiz)
A better word you will not foind!
Sigh Got you all beat. If you will look back over the past several pages, you will find my name many times. I quit counting at around 4-5 killed threads just in the past couple of days. I even managed to kill off the flirting thread, again! So, I guess that makes me the moloster master.
Either that, or I’m just some weird defunct toaster.
And I didn’t even want the title… 
I’m halfway new here, and myself have killed a couple of threads. Must be my aftershave.
I’m pretty good at both killing existing threads, and stillbirthing dead threads, too.
Now there’s a nice mental image!
its dead
“It’s dead, Jim.”
“Is there anything you can do, Bones?”
“Well…we can try Viagra…”
So, uh, it finally died I guess…
Dead
Thread,
Fred,
said
Red
the
Med.
Put it to bed.
Wired into all manner of life-support equipment, the thread killer’s thread seems to rally – lifting its head, gazing blankly around the room. Its eyes light on pluto and a shudder passes through it.
Pluto, as he has done so many times before, walks slowly and deliberately over to the wall and kicks the plug out.
You can’t kill it that easy, pluto!
hehehehe! Nope! You all seem determined to make a liar out of me. Feh! 
Liar!!!
AuntiePam, close to the end of her shift and tired to the bone, realized that something wasn’t quite right. She shuffled over to the loose plug, tripping on the frayed hem of her ratty bathrobe.
Momentarily puzzled, she studied her surroundings, sniffed the air, and realized with a dawning sense of horror what had almost happened.
She contemplated the loose plug for a few minutes, made her decision, and did the right thing. It was a choice that would haunt her to the end of her days.
Fortunately, Green Bean had implanted a tracking device in AuntiePam’s nose several weeks earlier.
When she saw AuntiePam pause before the plug, Green Bean knew that she was the only hope to save the thread. So, she ran into the room and re-started the life support.
This thread seems to be moloster-proof. It just won’t die.
70-some replies…views in the upper-600s…and it’s not really ABOUT anything. I think we have the ultimate MIPSIMS here. We should get an award of some sort.
Ahhhh…MPSIMS, not MIPSIMS. MPSIMS only has one “I.”
Anybody wanna write a short story about a Cyclops named MPSIMS? This’d be the thread for it.
What do you call a fish with no eyes? A fsh.
(from the “Jokes you can share with your ten year-old” thread)
“I’m not dead!”
“Be quiet, you!”
“I’m feeling better!”
“You’re not fooling anyone!”
“I think I’ll go for a walk!”
(aside) “Listen, isn’t there something you can do?”
(from “Monte Python and the Holy Grail”)