Right, time’s up. I’m not arguing any more.
Well, it isn’t my fault that the punchline (my post) comes immediately after the part found in Scruloose’s post.
And I do argue in my spare time.
A great example of completely forgetting the OP.
You had OPs? In my day we had to post in threads without them.
I know it’s lame. But, But…
IT’S MY ONLY LINE!!!
You had threads?
Luxury.
Oh, it’s not forgotten. Everything in here is relevant, tangentially and elliptically.
Or maybe that’s just the way my brain works.
The thread title says it all. There are so many horrific true tales out there that they need their own Pit, Volume II.
Oh, and by the way, I had to walk eight miles on my knees in a blizzard just to be born.
I wish to complain about this thread that was started not three hours ago by the OP.
It’s dead.
You had a dead parrot to argue with? All we ever got was a retarded armadillo, so shut your festering gob, you tit! Your type really makes me puke, you vacuous, coffee-nosed…
No it’s not, it’s just digressing.
Beautiful verbiage, the crappy parent thread.
It’s a man’s life, hijacking pit threads!
Say No More.
I always wanted to be a thread-hijacker – leaping from topic to topic, perched on a full-lumbar-support office chair in the mighty forests of British Columbia…
Well, I certainly didn’t expect a thread hijack!
No One Expects A Thread Hijack!!
Nice little pit thread you’ve got here. Be a shame if something were to happen to it…
‘E’s just pinin’.
“Mein Pitter Threaden hat keine Nase!”
“Wie riecht es?”
“Schrecklich!”
Aaaaaaaaaarrrgh! (thud!)
This is a tobbaconists.
Well, its certainly uncontaminated by cheese!
This thread is getting silly!
(No, really, it is, and I think I hear Lynn Bodoni coming! Anybody got any chocolate? Crunchy frog? Cockroach cluster?..)