This is my newbie contribution to the games going on hereabouts. I seem to notice that threads mysteriously wander off-topic around here.
Therefore, the game goes like this..... you must reply to the poster before, addressing their post, while pulling the thread as far off-topic as you can from the previous post.
example: somebody responds to this post agreeing that people veer left and right across the board, bad drivers all of them! and don't you ever wonder why u get a road test once & then a license for life? I mean, I love granny, but she's shrunk a bit, and can't see over the dashboard anymore.
edit: due to numerous hijacks… the game has changed… steal the thread any way you can! (or follow the original rules… your choice 8•P)
Correctly, she goes in without the thready, cause she sold it to me for just $1 to get that icecream.....methinks Les that you have the menu in hands of all the different icecreams they sell!!
Mine...again :oP
*walks away with a caramel icecream in her hands and the thready*
Les has a loss of memory or is getting old and can't remember that he bought an caramel icecream for me as a thank you cause I take so good care of the thready....
After explain it to the police they go after Les, he didn't pay for the icecream that he 'bought' for me....sheesh!!
Will not take long before I will have the thready back again
(*after a short while, strolls through Twinkel's kitchen..*)
... ...
And while Twinkel is busy cleaning up the mess I made of her kitchen floor tracking in allllll.. that mud ... I shall take Thready out for a stroll on the beach for some fresh air.
And.. those weren't only mud pies I was making out in the garden..
(*looks down at the real Thready in his hand*)
Hey, I am an 'artist' after all.
And while Twinkel is out for her walk along the beach with the 'mud pie Thready'.. and being so close to.. ahem ... water, I am sure she will discover that the mess in her kitchen isn't the only one either.
... ...
(*leaves behind a 20 euro note to cover the dry cleaning cost of Twinkel's coat*)
*silence fell upon the... is it a battlefield? I don't quite get the spatial component of this thread. I mean, where are we? Is there even a setting? Is the setting simply the internet, or the offtopic forum, or indeed thready itself? I have so many questions.
Well wherever we are, you can be sure that silence bloody well befell it*
*A lone man stands atop a mountain that for arguments sake stands well above all of you, but still low enough to the ground for you to actually see that I, or a silhouette of myself, stand atop it. It would be pointless if I stood atop a mountain whose summit resided well above your field of vision. Lets just call it a mount, or maybe a rather large-ish hill of sorts. Also you're all gathered underneath, you know, for dramatic effect and such.*
*A sash is draped across his chest, the words The Infamous Tommy tattered from years of hardship, surviving the wilderness of the internet. It has been, I think maybe a year? Yeah, I'm gonna go with a year... since his virtual feet stood upon this virtual battlefield. Speaking of which, do I even need feet? We create this universe, so whatever, I'm some sort of floating head creature now with a singular arm and web deployment device now.*
Don't bother Les...Fudge has living mouses to play with..almost every night...I'm not pleased with it, cause it keeps me out of my beauty sleep, have to catch that mouse to put it out side (alive) or to put it in the trash (dead)
:o\
But that doesn't mean that the thread is automatically yours, because of the toy mouse, on no mister it doesn't work that way!!
However, before Les can untwist himself from the double twisting double layout, I leap into the amazing African Antelope triple fudge twist, catching the white chocolate macadamia fudge cookie in my mouth while simultaneously whisking the thread right out from under him, thus reclaiming it...
While Mary and Les dream about fighting over the thread, I've wrapped the thread safely around my wrist and happily made myself a batch of chocolate chip cookies. Sssshhh, don't wake them - it would be a shame to bring them back to reality, even with chocolate.
Cereal magnate extracts a purple polka dot backback from the saddlebag of one Pretty Little Pony as Sheree stops to untangle the leash of an adorable black lab puppy from a fence.
Strange, there were bowls IAMS and fresh water nearby . . .
Strange indeed... much like the offtopic threads in general and this thread in particular...
While the Cap'n is busy wondering about the strangeness of the food and water being nearby said adorable black lab puppy, I pick up the thread where it fell from a hole in the purple polka-dot backpack... or 'backback' as Sherree would have it... and gallop swiftly away into the gathering dusk on Les's Pretty Little Pony... hehehe
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Uh, uh, no way...I need that thread to darn my sox...*runs off with thread...and come to think of it, it's cold around here, I could use an extra sweater too*
(Tim trips over a camera bag and the thread goes flying, landing on Tootles. Tootles plucks it off her sweater, looks puzzled, and drops it in a waste paper basket. She's not seen this thread before, so don't blame her too much).
Takes thready from the winch cable and put the newspaper back on it, so Les has something to read even though it is old news and walk away with the thready to a saver place
To hum or abuzz...started doing this a lot more than err? perhaps i should...i can direct a resonance to different parts of my body and helps to assuage pain a bit or maybe it doesn't maybe it's illusory. Can someone tell me, have i hijacked this thread?
"Therefore, the game goes like this..... you must reply to the poster before, addressing their post, while pulling the thread as far off-topic as you can from the previous post."
Going to return to the roots of this discussion thread in responding to Twinkel's think on men post.
Clearly.. not much to think about.
Men, that is.
We are simple creatures.. motivated by the possibility that someone will make us a sandwich, set it down by us as we watch some TV along with a cold beverage.
See?
Simple, really.
A sandwich.. a cold drink ... the thread.
Simple.. and content.
Don't need much..
(*looks Thready over.. makes the executive decision to give it a wash*)
Hey i did steal the thread apparently. buzz buzz buzz. It's that easy.I was going to tell everyone i was listening to some sort of jazz on another thread about music but i have decided to post it here instead. I'm thread jazzin. ah 1234..buzznhum...buzznhum.
I think it's time for an eye-glass prescription change for Twinkel.. she grabbed one of my badges instead in her haste and improperly corrected vision.
Oops... Purmusic has been knocked over by somebody's inflated floating bed which was blowing around. I'll just take this thread back to the hotel, out of the wind.
When the wily Purmusic closed his eyes and fell asleep on the sun lounge, Tootles sidled out, pulled at the thread till it came loose, and sneaked away.
Therefore, the game goes like this..... you must reply to the poster before, addressing their post, while pulling the thread as far off-topic as you can from the previous post.
example: somebody responds to this post agreeing that people veer left and right across the board, bad drivers all of them! and don't you ever wonder why u get a road test once & then a license for life? I mean, I love granny, but she's shrunk a bit, and can't see over the dashboard anymore.
edit: due to numerous hijacks… the game has changed… steal the thread any way you can! (or follow the original rules… your choice 8•P)