Are you saying this division could impact the remainder of this thread?
That depends on its lowest common denominator.
I sure wish I could think of an interesting line.
I don’t want to square off against anybody.
You guys …
We’re bringing rays of sunshine to this thread!
It’s a matter of degrees.
Going back to the baguette thing, you can buy a backpack for your baguette.
Is that a baguette in your backpack, or do you just like me? 
My wife crocheted a quiver? scabbard? for a baguette.
When we lived in a condo it was several flights up from the car, so it was convenient to wear the bread on your back, keeping both hands free to carry as many bags as possible. Now in a house and parking in a garage it’s not worth the trouble of using the quiver to save a trip, so it’s been relegated to a be a tripod quiver.
Trying to keep it on topic, wasn’t there a Cheech & Chong French Revolution movie where they used stale baguettes as swords?
Yes. Cheech & Chong’s version of The Corsican Brothers. Though I would have described them as clubs, more than swords. They also used a stale baguette as a hammer to bend the bars on their jail cell.
At 2512 posts and counting, this thread is becoming irrationally pi-like.
It could stretch into infinity.
TV defeats itself, as the Mythbusters demonstrate that it is simply impossible to ignite gasoline with a cigarette.
(The link includes the tale of a man who got out of prison after 35 years because of this.)
I think the math puns have reached a threshold limit and may expand exponentially and cause this thread to collapse into a singularity.
There’s an event horizon?
So, what’s the point?
There it is!
due to watching cartoons ive always wondered if you pour a line of black powder straight down the trail will it burn like it does on tv?
A Youtuber asked that same question. 3F powder is finer than 1F.
Some guy gets hit in the groin and he immediately says in (usually in a high pitched voice) “My nuts!”
I don’t want to speak for all guys but every single time I’ve taken a hit to the nads it felt like I had the wind knocked out of me and I couldn’t even focus or speak, let alone exclaim the exact location of my pain.
There was a Stephen Seagal movie where Seagal kicks a guy so hard in the balls he goes flying and in mid-air he yells (in a normal voice) “My nuts!” which seems like the last thing you’d say if you were currently in mid-air about to fly into a jukebox.