LONG LIVE THE MEGA-POST!
You should be able to view it again, but Masako had to shut off the comments at…
3821.
She had to delete one spam comment to get it viewable again (link).
Please, let’s hear a big round of applause for all of you who posted in the Mega-Post and kept it alive for a year and four months. Please use this comment thread to post your fondest memories of the post with the most…
the Mega-Post.
5,550!
Only five more and the Moltz Jackpot pays out.
Hmmm, and what would that comprise, precisely?
I feel trying speculatively to fondle the sordid edges of that puzzle may use up the next four (now three) posts pretty easily.
Fair warning: the person making the 5555th comment will be cursed until the end of time, or until I get an iPad, whichever comes first.
I’ll teeter this one close to the brink (good lad, he is), but not over it.
“I’ll take the hit for you, Ace.” he said bravely and then remembered he’d forgotten to take his medicines.
AS SUCH THIS IS POST 5,554A.
5,554C
Let’s get through the whole alphabet before Ace notices, then he’ll have to take the hit himself.
5,554B
Let’s get through the whole alphabet before Ace notices, then he’ll have to take the hit himself.
Hey, it did my posts in revers order. And didn’t take the second bit off.
Gah.
5559. BroMu, I think you may be safe. But around here, “safe” is a relative term.
Don’t worry, cursed one (whoever you might be). The curse is easily lifted by somebody giving me their iPad. Or any iPad. Preferably the new one that isn’t available yet.
That’s okay; I can wait.
Damn the BBC.
Last night’s CountryFile centered on North Kent but it did not star BroMu or mention Gravesend.
Del, have you anything you could release to avenge this dreadful slight?
How very dare they!
Release the . . . er . . . whateveritisthatyoucomeupwith, Del!
Now that I’ve got this place all to myself, there will be big changes, yep. First, I think I’ll tear down the Buzz Lightyear motif wallpaper. Never could understand Mr. Moltz’ taste in decor. Probably matches his jammies.
Next, spinach-parsley-carrot-celery juice for the wet-bar. The hard stuff is long gone anyway.
Ace,
You can’t do that. Young Johnny was the inspiration for Buzz Lightyear.
But Ace, according to the sage Homer Simpson, alcohol is the cause of, and the solution to, all of life’s problems.
Not my problem, not in a million years. At least, not in my back yard. Not that I care.
Leslie Adams claims the answer is forty-two.
Get your waist to that size and Robert is your aunt’s partner.
I know that the words are in English, but I have no idea what you’re talking about, beyond the 42 reference.
You need to get yourself some geezer translation gear, Steve. Five minutes with that and Bob’s your uncle.
If Bob is everyone’s uncle, how does he choose whom to visit for the holidays?
He visits no-one, Ace. He’s very misanthropic.
Makes his choice the same way as Father Christmas, who uses Del’s flying reindeer.
BTW, I always called him Les but most called him Doug.
But BroMu, I really do have an Uncle Bob.
How can he help?
Steve,
See if you can persuade Uncle Bob to become a millionaire or a bank manager, then he can be helpful.
Well Uncle Bob should know how he can help. That’s the point, Steve. If he doesn’t, I’d suggest a DNA test.
Nxxx, he’s retired. And I don’t think a millionaire. And my cousins would have first dibs.
BroMu, he’d make me figure this out myself. I’m fairly certain of the genetic link. Grandma wouldn’t lie.
Cain knocked off Abel and they were brothers.
So what’s a few cousins, especially if wiped out by Del’s killer white mice? Very effective but don’t hide cheese about your person, put it in their beds.
As long as it couldn’t come back to me, I’m indifferent. But if Grandma finds out, not even Del’s worst creation can stand up to her (all 4 foot 11 and 97+ years of her).
And to think we had a pop song over here that went, “Grandma, Grandma, we love you.”
Actually, Bob’s my brother. He might also be my uncle, depending upon what part of the country I’m from, but I hope not. Leads to double-dipping at inheritance time.
If Bob’s your brother and your uncle, then skinny-dipping is more likely to be responsible.
OK. This degenerated in a way I hadn’t imagined. That’s all my fault. Again, I should have known better.
Better?
This is CARS Mega-Post, you know.
No, this is the Giga-Post. Back when we were working away in the Mega-Post, we didn’t know any better, so we filled it up and broke it. We now know better. But we don’t know best. We leave that to our betters.
I don’t know Jack.
Is he related to your Uncle Bob, Steve?
….
See . . . that’s how quickly we can bust it again…
Nxxx,
“Better” = Based on my experiences here to date, and what passes for my intelligence, I should have expected a different result.
I realize that that’s partway to the classic definition of insanity, but s#@! happens.
BroMu — Didn’t Jack die on that island with all those other people on Oceanic flight 815?
No, Jack is very much alive as they have been rerunning “Carry on Jack” on our haunted fish tanks.
Unless they are another of Mel’s experiments.
I can “carry on my wayward son,” but I’m not sure how to carry on Jack.
Monterey Jack or Apple Jack, maybe. Wolfman Jack, no.
How about “Pull up the ladder Jack, I’m alright.”
Possible reference to Jack Tar?
Jack Daniels (in bottle form).
Jumping Jack Flash.
Jack Bauer, but don’t try to pick it up.
Car Jack, in both meanings?
Jack Black? He’s funny.
Jack Sparrow is a crackerjack pirate, or could be if he would just give the rum a rest.
It’s Friday, it’s five to five . . . it’s . . .
Jackanory?
BroMu,
Glad to say that I’ve never watched it.
Wow, that sounds bloody awful. Almost as bad as Calliou.
I’ll take a chance but will fasten the safety harness before pressing “Post”.
Can’t say as I’ve never seen it. Probably BBC Children’s Television. Possibly more swinging than “Larry the Lamb” on BBC Radio”s Children’s Hour.
Takes deep breath and reaches for roller ball
Is that ‘Roller Ball’ the movie, Nxxx?
And it wasn’t quite as bad as Cthulhu, Steve, surely?
I don’t know. Even Cthulhu must be scared of something. A little bald Canadian kid ought to do.