Yuck! Are these people pregnant? I can’t imagine. I used to have a friend that ate her fries with mayonnaise instead of catsup, but with a chocolate milkshake. RALPH!
By the way, I’m a very good thread killer.
Yuck! Are these people pregnant? I can’t imagine. I used to have a friend that ate her fries with mayonnaise instead of catsup, but with a chocolate milkshake. RALPH!
By the way, I’m a very good thread killer.
Fries and a chocolate shake? Don’t knock it 'til you’ve tried it. But they’ve gotta come from Wendy’s.
[silencer]pffft! pffft![/silencer]
already tried to shoot it…it didnt work… i dont think this attempt will either
Of course, we could just stop posting to it…
I keep telling people not to post to this but they dont listen!!
Okay nobody say anything starting…NOW!
Telling Dopers not to say anything is like telling someone not to think of an elephant.
An elephant!?!? Wheres the elephant??? I want an elephant!! come on wheres the elephant!?!?
I’ll attempt to inform and appease
whilst an end to this thread I shall seize
my friend in New York
puts some fries on his fork
dips 'em and eats 'em with ease
i.e. dips 'em in his chocolate shake.
Dum tssh d-dum tssh dum tssh d-dum tssh
Now here’s the story of a hometown boy
The wholesome kid rock wouldn’t employ
So he changed his name from Peter Pap
And called himself the Hoodlum Rap
Now on his own he weren’t no good
So he teamed up with a token black dood
CUE THE RIFF LIFTED FROM SOMETHING THAT CAME OUT IN THE LATE 70’s IN A SHORT ENDLESS LOOP
Hoodlum Rap he just left school
His white/black image jus make him cool
He talk street talk an act yo 'ard
But he ain’t never seen the Ghetto yard
He’ll wear the gold an shout it loud
Bout being the gangstsa king of the crowd
NOW FOR THE OBLIGATORY SEMI-NAKED DANCIN BITCHES
The agents telling him what to do
The sucker signs up cos he ain’t got a clue
So he’s sellin discs by the score
An all the girls they jus want more
They writhe around him getting wet
But his cute little balls just ain’t dropped yet
NOW COMES THE VIDEO OF OUR HERO CRUISING THE NIGHT TIME MEAN CITY STREETS
IN A CUSTOMISED TACKY CONVERTIBLE
The clothes don’t fit but it’s the fashion
Swaggerin round, yo, watch the passion
The dough rolls in to the agents glee
Rip off time by the industry
Sell the posters and merchandise
This weeks big star sure looks nice
HERE COMES THE DANCE SEQUENCE IN THE GHETTO ALLEY
There ain’t no moral to this tale
I thought I’d try it and see if I fail
If you like this then say it nice
And if you don’t lets have advice
I’m running out of stuff for rhymin’
This moloster ends with brilliant timin’
FREEZE FRAME - END
:d
Therefore we need reverse psychology.
[Loud parental voice]
Each and every last one of you are grounded! You are no longer allowed to go out with those scuzzy friends of yours! Or post to all those dirty, sexually suggestive threads! Now change out of those trashy clothes and do your homework! I demand that you reply to this post when I’m talking to you! And never post to the BBQ Pit again!
Your reverse psychology won’t work on me.
Mr. Blue that didn’t work when my mom and dad said it and it doesn’t work now.!!!
There was a Moloster named Odieman
Who tried to post whenever he can
He posted all week
He wasn’t too meek
But every thread died after Odieman
Keith
okay i wont post anymore to this thread 
::goes up into my room::
I’m so sorry I yelled at you, honey. It just means that I care about you. Look, invite your friends over and we’ll have a nice tea party.
I don’t see how anyone expects this thread to die when there are at least two derivative threads in MPSIMS. (“Molosters” and “I’m a thread killer.”)
>>>Sunshine wrote: “Can we have some more limericks, please? They are excellent!”<<<
If you’re weird enough to request them, I’m weird enough to oblige.
She slunk out through the portal
Having lost her smile and chortle
She tried to molost
And be the last post
But the tread is apparently immortal
It’s the tread that cannot be killed!
The enthusiasm has yet to be chilled
Lets see if we goad 'em
to unplug the modem
Before the hard drives totally filled.
It’s the thread that cannot be killed!
The enthusiasm has yet to be chilled
Lets see if we goad 'em
to unplug the modem
Before the hard drives totally filled.
It’s a limerick Sunshine would like,
So we’ll entertain the poor tike.
But they’re getting mundane,
And they’ll drive you insane.
So I think that I’ll just take a hike.