Come and listen to a story
bout a hippy named Jed.
A small town junkie
barely keep his family fed.
And then one day
he was shooting up some smack
kealed over on his ass
had a heart attack!
dead that is.
cavader
rigor mortis
Well the next thing ya know
old Jed was in the ground.
Jethro said, Ellie pull your pants down!
Cause I wanna see you naked
and hump you every night,
cause you got juicy thighs
and your tits are outa sight!
God I cant belive I still remember all the words to it!
900, Bay-bee!
Damn you, Jeffro
Damn you to hell! 
<sigh>
902?
This pointless post does not contain any relevant informaiton on the meaning of your life or life in general.
This one, however, does.
thinksnow
Damn you, Jeffro
Damn you to hell!
Your just jelous cause everyone LOVED my “Jed the hippie”
song. 
Good night!
Somehow this thread has wrapped itself around my neck. And with every post added, it draws itself tighter and tighter. I’m having trouble breathing. It’s on your heads, people – the weight of your words is slowly strangling me. If you don’t stop posting I will die. Consider whether, or not, you can live with my death on your conscience…
I know this plea is useless against the evil that lives in this thread. I know the thread has taken over all of your minds (it’s a little silly for all of you to be in one room while an enemy walks). Know this… steps have been taken. The end is nearer. In the event of my death by thread, dire measures will ensure my revenge from the grave.
p.s. Don’t look back, something is gaining on you.
<hangs some weights on the ends of the thread snake>
Hopefully that will make it sluggish enough to kill. What’s that, dragging nothamlet down too? Well, casualties will happen, buyer beware.
<enters zenith with large carving knife>
Hang on nothamlet, I’m coming to save you!
Those last posts did it.
Luckily, I had this simulacrum ready just in case. But I cannot undo what my death began. This Grendel of a thread will die. And I will be its Beowulf. I no longer have free will. Everything that happens from here on in was decreed by my former self. I pity you threadlings. You know not what you did.
We welcome nothamlet into our city of the damned. Welcome to the afterlife. Drinks are on the left, buffet on the right. Knock yerself out!
:innocently wandering by:
EEEEEEEEKKKKKKKK!!!
Whattheheck is this thing?
I didn’t wanna post here, I was dragged in by the enormous tentacles of this monster.
Getitoffme!! :eek:
:valiant tentacle-wrestling ensues:
Ick, ick, ick.
I have to go shower now - somebody else kill this… this obscenity.
Tisiphone
Tentacle wrestling & icky showers? Don’t tell the others or the thread will never die…
We interrupt this thread to bring you yet another example of the ancient and respected art of
Cat Juggling!
Sort of a cleanse the palate type thing.
you cleanse your palate with cats? May I suggest sorbets instead…
Fierra wanders of looking for raspberry sorbet, but gets distracted by the rest of the haagen dazs cabinet…
Anyone want to join me? Not you, thready, I have it on good authority that haagen dazs is bad for threads…
What’s that? We’re meant to be trying to kill you? Oh yeah…hmmmm…I meant is good for threads, honest!
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
One two! One two!
And through and through!
The vorpal blade went snicker-snak.
He left it dead, and with this THREAD
He went gallumphing back.
And, has thou slain the thread?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
He chortled in his joy.
Bylo smazxno, lepex svihlí tlové
se batoumali v dàlnici,
chrudosxní byli borolové
na mamné krsy zxàrnící.
For this Czech version and other translations of
Jabberwocky go here.