This is a thread.

It is not a horse. Nor is it a pipe.

It is not a gerbil.

It is not a wooden plank.

This is the content.

yet not a novel

not novel content.

and in the wrong place.

it is not a joint, a pregnancy test, or a pornograhic movie. Surprisingly, it is not even a sermon. It is just a post in a thread - sound and fury signifying nothing. These things happen.


Namaste.

Khash.

... one can get down from a post!

Nor was it a Klondike Bar, a vivisected Marty Feldman, nor a bachelorette party.

and became a post. Now this is a post, but I am gonna get down from this post and go find a Klondike Bar! (Damn it why couldn't it have been a salad)

This sentence has five words.

and this is my post, not a one handed clap nor a Krasheninnikov, just my post. My post had a mispelled name and nobody saw, I edited it because this is my post.

My post is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my post is useless. Without my post I am useless. I must write my post true. I must argue straighter than my enemy, who is trying to embarrass me. I must belittle him before he belittles me. I will. Before God I swear this creed: my post and myself are defenders of my country, we are the masters of my enemy, we are the saviors of my life. So be it, until there is no enemy, but peace. Amen.

...no, really...it is. Honest to God.

This is the content.

:D! And this is a poster jealous of certain parties' humor abilities.

consciousness, like that writer guy, the one from Ireland who did Finnegan's wake with all the weird word the weird word the weird word weird weird weird word formulations and long long sentences long like the snake that wraps it around the world that will be loosed at the time of Ragnarok at the time of Ragnarok loosed loosed loosed on the world at the time of Ragnarok when the gods shall go to their final final final war the final war long like a snake at the end of the world with the gods in final battle like a long snake like long sentences with prose and poetry and sometimes recipes for old recipes for old recipes by old women who made things long ago and wrote recipes to remember how to make them and give to their warrior folk like the long long snake at the end of the world when Ragnarok comes and the gods do their final battle.

...this thread back. It had been returned to the stream for being too small. This is as it should be. See how it has grown! Perhaps someday it will be very big.... here you go thread, back to the stream with you.

It says "Fly thread, be free!"

I thought it was lost. My post has retrieved it. It did not retrieve a Klondike bar nor a porn star. My post only retrieved this thread.

This is the content of the reply.

This statement is false.

A what?

A thread.

A what?

A thread.

Oh, a thread.

(high school theater exercise - repeat ad nauseum....oh no...now it's an earworm! Damn it!)

:crazy: :nuke:

(calls em as I sees em)

aaaahhhhhhh much better

hear that?

it appears i have the place to myself

Complete with naughty smilies

you gotta love those smilies.

Are you related to Dr. Seuss by chance? :P

to my PM. :(

But this thread is back!