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uncle retrospective
21:02 / 21.05.03
You people are sick, you do know that?
SICK!
 
 
—| x |—
23:06 / 21.05.03
Ah fuck, I thought I'd had this one. It went almost four damn months between this post and bitchiekittie’s next post. And then I see it here again, and there’s been spattering and twitching of activity to this corpse of a corpse in the last six months. This thread is truly the most accursed, rotten, toxic filth that ever graced the net. It is a poison inducing nausea simply to see it reappear on the first page of the Conversation. I feel like we’re all kids who found our first medium size dead animal (like a cat or dog or something) and we keep poking at it’s decaying body with sticks! Well, perhaps it’s dinner time and we all have to go home now, and leave the poor dead thing to the insects and the scavengers.
 
 
w1rebaby
23:47 / 21.05.03
Just let it die. Right now. No more posts.
 
 
Nietzsch E. Coyote
04:27 / 22.05.03
No.
 
 
8===>Q: alyn
06:06 / 22.05.03
When you post to this thread you make Baby Jesus cry.
 
 
Potguns
06:24 / 22.05.03
Good. He's had 2000 years to grow up, toughen him up a bit.
 
 
—| x |—
07:28 / 22.05.03
Look, give it up now because I had this bitch cut up into small pieces and buried in my backyard. So then I take a little vacation and come back to find that some feline was digging up my garden to get at the putrid bits of this bitch. Now suddenly there's a whole bunch of strays circling around like they're gonna' make something happen. I'm tellin' ya' this one's going in the ground, and I'm gonna' be the one to put it back there! The end.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
07:32 / 22.05.03
My arse.
 
 
—| x |—
23:11 / 22.05.03
Look, I've got a big sturdy broom that I've no reservations about using to take your arse to task! Now all you feisty felines better skitter-scatter the hell away from here or I'll be forced to call “shenanigans!” and beat you seven ways from Sunday with my mighty broom!
 
 
sTe
23:32 / 22.05.03
What's with all this dead thread talk? We'll have none of that round here!

Besides, it's moving, I think it's getting better...

...
..
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No wait! I think that's it you know, as long as you folk will let it lie
 
 
—| x |—
03:00 / 23.05.03
Steppin' up sTe? Sortin' ta suss out my sincerity?

*swack*
 
 
sTe
13:08 / 23.05.03
Your puny broom holds no fear for me !

oh no it's got bits of rotting thread all over it, keep away from me with that thing! Not the face! no it burns it burns!
 
 
—| x |—
18:52 / 23.05.03
That's right sTe, just back away and it'll all be over--otherwise your precious face will be mine to sweep!
 
 
8===>Q: alyn
18:58 / 23.05.03
Ce n'est pas un poteau.
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
19:29 / 23.05.03
No! No one but me can kill this thread! It was I who resurrected it from its months-long slumber-- only I can destroy it!
 
 
8===>Q: alyn
02:37 / 24.05.03
Ce n'est pas Carnaval Caustique
 
 
—| x |—
04:51 / 24.05.03
It's like y'all trynta' show somethin'. Like ya' gots the room ta' move, like ya' thinks yer gonna' get a lil play. But I ain't missin' nothin' for nobody--you peeps mightzwell be standin' still!
 
 
Nietzsch E. Coyote
06:09 / 24.05.03
But I just freed my mind so now I move faster than you Zilch m'boy!
 
 
—| x |—
09:19 / 24.05.03
Seriously.
 
 
8===>Q: alyn
15:25 / 24.05.03
Ce n'est pas sérieux.
 
 
8===>Q: alyn
17:07 / 24.05.03
ce n'est pas le trois centième poteau
 
 
Mourne Kransky
18:21 / 24.05.03
et le singe est toujours dans l'arbre...
 
 
8===>Q: alyn
18:41 / 24.05.03
Monkey in the tree? That's what my girlfriend says when someone's got a booger showing...
 
 
—| x |—
22:21 / 24.05.03
Quelle heure est-il? Il est minuit moins cinq!
 
 
8===>Q: alyn
03:15 / 03.08.03
Doo de doo de doo...

Oh, hm. A crumbling attic stair. Why don't I just take a look around up there. Maybe there's something I can take to the Antique Roadshow.

Aha! What's this? Some kind of sarcophagus? Wow! I wonder what's in it?

Urnnng! Whew! It's heavy. Let's see now...

Ah, nothing really. Just some old photo albums. Oh, here's gramma's wedding to her first husband. Here he is in front of the tractor, and there's that old friend of theirs with the handlebar mustache. Gosh, they look so...

Huh? What was....

Oh, just a mouse. Shoo!

Now, what's over there? Dad's records? Let's see. Zeppelin, Zappa, Dan Hicks and the Hot Licks... ooh, The Monkeys, what, were you trying to pick up chicks, Dad? Hmm, what's this one, it's all dusty.

Whoooh!

Ah! Dylan. What's this hanging out of the sleave? Looks like some kind of threa...

Aagh! Get it off!

GlaaaahhhghorchKLUK***
 
 
spidermonkey
14:18 / 03.08.03
Kill those threads!
 
 
ill tonic
22:07 / 20.08.03
da da dee
da da doo

I bring this thread back to life for you ....
 
 
Baz Auckland
05:45 / 21.08.03
da! da! die!

I kill it just as you bring it back...

...and I'll do it again.

Next time, say it with flowers.
 
 
bitchiekittie
14:16 / 21.08.03
looooove the undead thread
 
 
pomegranate
20:41 / 22.08.03
me too...the simplest threads provoke the most responses...
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
20:45 / 22.08.03
The next person to post to this thread will die within 7 days. Bwahahahahahaaa.
 
 
bitchiekittie
21:06 / 22.08.03
ah well, best to go (sorta) debt free and with my kidneys mostly intact.
 
 
Mourne Kransky
21:10 / 22.08.03
You'll have to catch me first, Murderous Carniv@l, and the icepick will slow you down.

C'mon guys, this thread has been dead so long that all my picture links are dead too. Requiescat in pace threadkillah!
 
 
Mourne Kransky
21:11 / 22.08.03
Damn, I'll bet my bravado doesn't count now that kittie has outbraved me.
 
 
8===>Q: alyn
21:23 / 22.08.03
Listen, thread.

It's been a long night, and we're both tired. We've both said a lot of things we regret, but which had to be said or they'd eat away inside us. This is me you're talking to, y'know? I know you better than anyone, and I know how it feels. I feel it, too, exhausted from laying out your heart and your hate, and baring your teeth and your throat... let's just stop now, okay?

Come on. Dry your eyes, wash your face. Let's brush our teeth. Come to bed, press your back against my chest and I'll put my arm around your waist and we'll sleep.

Tomorrow it'll be better, we'll be better, I promise.
 
  

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