I'm a thread killing sumbitch.

[Dingfod]

It is now. You suffer much lameness as a thread-killer. You're almost as bad as me.

[Beth]

Originally Posted by Crumb

Is this thread still alive?

I think it shall never die, alas. I wish I could devise a way to off it, but my mind is not capable of such genius, I fear.

[Crumb]

Originally Posted by Beth

I think it shall never die

Now you are figuring it out.

[koan]

I just survived a Hamlet moment and decided to post.

[Crumb]

huh?

[koan]

to post or not to post...I'll spare you the whole soliloquy

[Crumb]

Oh ok.

[koan]

I could do the whole soliloquy if you'd like.

[Crumb]

No thank you. Save that for a special occasion.

[beyelzu]

To be or not to be that is the question
wether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
or to take arms against a see of troubles
and by opposing end them
to die to sleep no more and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to

from memory, had to memorize it some 11 years ago in ap english class.

[Crumb]

We are so impressed.

[beyelzu]

you know you are baby. as a follow up for the uber nerds among us

wan aprille with the shores sote the drothe of march had pierced to the rote and bathed every vein in swish licor, in virtu engendered is the flor.

the above is probably horribly misspelled but it is the first couple of lines to the preface to canterbury tales in middle english. which I also had to memorize some 11 years ago.

[Crumb]

Wow you were a pretty busy guy about 11 years ago.

[beyelzu]

ap english and a kick ass memory is a hell of a combination

[JoeP]

April is the cruellest month, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain

Damn - already that's wrong - I will now look it up

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

[Ymir's blood]

* Ymir's blood picks up skull

Alas poor I'm a thread killing sumbitch! I knew it JoeP, a thread of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: it hath borne me on its back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at it. Here hung those pages that I have perused I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the forum on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?

[beyelzu]

[koan]

Shall I be the first to demand a pound of flesh to leave this thread?

[Crumb]

* Crumb is speechless

[koan]

Speechless for at least five hours anyway. I'm disappointed the possibility of innuendo in my comment was overlooked. Maybe I just have a dirty mind.

[beyelzu]

wait, I will field it.

me, me I will give you a pound of flesh, Ill pick the flesh of course.

[koan]

I knew someone was a big enough dick to say it. At least a pound of dick, anyway.

[beyelzu]

well, when a person is in need of a dick, I am the obvious canidate.




puns are cool

[koan]

Now he's crowing like a cock.

[beyelzu]