Be the last person to kill this thread
 

Be the last person to kill this thread. The person who posts something that dooms this thread to perpetual dormancy is the winner.

Perpetual redundency

http://www.cellar.org/showpost.php?p=617160&postcount=1

I'll do it. I always do everything.

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Anyone who posts after me is doomed to die a slow, painful, lingering death.

Enjoy.

Ya, I'm good for it.

I never kill threads.

Thanks, Mom.. hey did you get around to that laundry yet? Oh and I think it's dinner time.

Iowa.

the last person to kill.....?

is it possible to kill it more than once?

And if so, is it possible to determine that it cannot be killed again?

I'm reminded of "the inheritance riddle."

Meep.

So we should try and be the first?

Back in early 80s, I went to a Conway Twitty concert. I lived at a state institution because my parents got rid of me when I was 9. The tickets were free for all of us older kids. I was there with my girlfriend and it was our first date. After the concert we went backstage to meet Conway. He walks in bigger than life, walks straight to me and says it must be tough for me, but he was glad that he finally found someone uglier than him. I never saw that girl, again.

http://www.dogpile.com/clickserver/_...D&_IceUrl=true

Happy Hour.

It's alive! It's alive! Oh God, IT'S ALLLIIIVVVEEE!!!!!!

ha ha .... hmmmm... lemme post something I think is relevant ... that should do it.

"He's bankrupt"?

Who's paying?

I can't remember.

I was channelling Marge there. She goes to a show where a magician/hypnotist asks for a volunteer and, because she's a bit tipsy, goes up onstage saying, "I'll do it. I always end up doing it," - so, yes. MOM.

now imagine this smiley with a big pile of blue hair on its head: :)

... and that's why everyone who believes in ghosts is a Nazi.

nice try, Hitler

I hope you plan to kill this thread humanely.
Or I'm calling PETA.

So the guy walks right up to me and says--get this--he says "Hey, buddy..." and nobody, by the way, calls me buddy and gets away with it if I have anything to say on the subject, and believe you me, I do, and I will, and it's called a knuckle sandwich if you have to know, but that's neither here nor there, so the guy says "Hey, buddy..." and first of all, can you believe the nerve of this clown, speaking to me like that in such a manner?

Yes, I have read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

Switch horses.

So, an infrared photon walks into a bar and says, "Is it hot in here, or is it just me?"

:rattat:

Hey, watch it now.

I stand by it.

That just about wraps it up, though.

Pretty much.

just about

I'd appreciate it if everyone could just hang around for a few minutes whilst I explain the grammatical differences between "who" and "whom". Let me just hit the lights and fire up the ole' powerpoint ...

... And, there we go. Slide one:

The Linguistic History of Objective Cases, part 1: Sumaria

I think I might have just killed the "fucking depressing" thread. Just a hunch.

Watch me kill this one now too.

"Hey, hold my latte and watch this!"

Uh. OK ...

this is not a quote thread

I shall kill it with this.

http://www.colemanzone.com/cody%20im...CodyRayGun.jpg

Do you charge for that?

He made his fortune with that ... killing it, resuscitating it, killing it, resuscitating it, killing it, resuscitating it ...

Kinda like Jason Vorhees...

This is it ... right here
Sorry that wasn't right - try this one

The ironing is delis-hes

Killed by a tiger. Awesome.


Oh wait. damn, sorry.

With all the self proclaimed hobo killers in this place, you'd think someone would have killed off this thread by now. I'm beginning to doubt the veracity of all those hobo killin' claims. :eyebrow:

Are you calling this thread a hobo? Thems fightin' words, where Shawnee comes from, youuuuuu.......hobo!

Shawnee's too busy pullin' a train in Meta to come here and kill off this free ridin' thread.

This is third time I've tried writing this...finally...I am ready to die. Now. There are no words I can use to describe the horrors of my youth, the baggage that I carry, nor the pain that destroys all that is around me every momoment I exist.

There is more...there is more...but not here. I take it with me.

Else fate will bring me back another day. We will see. How will this cliff hanger end......return and find out. I think I know.

A poem I wrote when I was 10, abandoned by my family the year before...the pain starting to become familiar...

Who even knows,
who even cares?
I think I know,
it is known in your nightmares...

If you will try and think
of someone that you love,
then you'll know and cry,
because that person loves you

The third stanza is lost to my foggy memory. It doesn't matter. Fare-thee-well, may tomorrow's mystery be brighter and pain free...

Hey Yzn....pull my finger.

I'm not sorry about him pulling yur finger.

Whz u no surry

Yznhymr -- :grouphug:

It'll be okay. Really.
Or not.

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