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.
My instinct was to write-in Pat Paulsen or Alfred E. Neuman for President, but I refrained, thinking that doing so would throw the race to someone truly idiotic. I hope I chose wisely.
If we have to endure such a long campaign season over here (as opposed to our cousins across the pond, whom I understand have a mercifully short campaign season), I think we need to interject more humor. Because these folks lack humor (as well as personality and other discernible talent).
Can we borrow Governor Romney to replace our Eton educated pound millionaires, who make Ghengis Khan seem like a Communist.
Now waiting for a Parliamentary Bye Election. Will probably vote Goodbye.
What would Jobs have made of this, iConcern?
iDiocy?
Skreeeetch! [Loud noise like nails grinding on chalkboard. For those of you who recall what a chalkboard is.]
Just wanted to get your attention for a minute. With that turkey-related holiday here in the States approaching next week, I think an advisory to watch out for any new creations from Del’s lab is appropriate.
There was a slight problem when the turkey and potatoes started fighting on the plate last year but it was hushed up.
Happy T’giving, cousins.
Happy Gobbling, over there.
Wild Turkey or turkey? Or both?
The Wild Turkey can’t hurt, I guess (I don’t drink the stuff, so I can’t claim from personal experience).
Though I rely on the wisdom of Homer J. Simpson on this subject: “Alcohol. The cause of and the solution to all of life’s problems.”
Homer was right, it’s a damned good preservative.
Homer was right, it’s a damned good preservative.
Look at those jars in museums.
What if I blend Wild Turkey with Cold Duck and Grey Goose? Would it pair well with pear? Fruitcake? Tofu? Quinoa? Terducken?
(I missed the unit on alcoholic poultry.)
Ace, maybe if you soaked the pear in those spirits and lit a match… You’d probably have a very burnt pear.
Nxxx, I hope you haven’t drunk from those jars in the museums. The critters inside the jars would not be pleased. And if you thought one of Del’s critters was nasty, wait until you see what happens when you un-pickle one.
Thanks Steve, had put it down to the curried beans.
Happy Thanksgiving Holiday, cousins.
Thank you, Nxxx, for that.
Further, let me say thanx, thanques, and 10-Q.
Happy Thanksgiving skive over there.
It’s pissing down here. Please don’t tell us it’s sunny across the pond.
Presently enjoying torrential rain and wind. You are in the clear.
Excellent. Thanks for the pick-me-up, Ace.
Twas sunny and mild until today. Bloody arctic front moving in. Too cold even for the wee children to play outside.
Wii children tend to play inside and require no sustenance until the power goes out. Then they get very whiny.
U might say that, Deuce. But what of the new generation?
The answer to Ace’s problem is more wine.
That’s Mrs. Steve’s answer, even if there is no problem.
Please tell me how the spammers are able to post new comments earlier in the comment timeline. I only want to usurp the position of First Comment on every article on CARS. That’s all, just something to spruce up my resume.
Is that a euphemism, Ace?
He’s thinking about a holiday tree, hence the spruce reference.
No jokes about trees, please.
First of all, Dutch Elm Disease.
Now Ash die back.
How can I prove my Welshness if singing “The Ash grove” is pointless, boyos?
If you’re singing it in Welsh, how would we know?
I sing in Shower.
Or sometimes Perfect Harmony.
Just ignore those random violin notes you hear.
What’s up to every one, because I am genuinely eager of reading this web site’s post to be updated daily.
It consists of good material.
‘Good material’?
Did that go through a wormhole before it arrived here?
I’m not buying whatever Harriet is selling. I refuse to click the link till I know where it’s been.
If the druggies have made it here, to these presumed safe havens, it’s time for us to launch an expedition to find Del and get some critters back here to help defend us. Or at least divert the bastards into one of the side tunnels.
Who’s with me?
I have a lantern and a piece of paper I got from the mailbox next to this white house.
Which white house? There are two in Croydon.
Didn’t we burn that down?
Ahhh, good times . . .
I worry about Del. We think she is stronger than her creations. But we have learned via Siegfried and Roy that critters have their own agendas.
That’s only when they’re not fed. I’m certain Del is wise enough to know to keep the critters adequately fed. Hopefully, they won’t turn on their creator.
But what happens if Del has created a critter as intelligent as herself?
Keep an eye out for telltale headlines in the news: “Giant Termites Devour Ann Arbor.” “Central Michigan Terrorized by Flying Sharks.” “Midwest Blackout Traced to Weird Bacterium That Can Eat Copper.”
What if the critters created a Del as intelligent as Siegfried and Roy, hmmm?
Oh yeah . . . now we’re cooking with gas.
Critter gas.
Twice the energy density of propane, my friend.
Twice.
Count it.
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Are you finished?
Hello there! I could have sworn I’ve visited this web site before but after browsing through many of the articles I realized it’s new to me.
Anyways, I’m certainly pleased I came across it and I’ll be bookmarking it and checking back regularly!
Is ‘games’ related to ‘Harriet’ at all?
How lovely to have some new friends!
With friends like these…
Aw, to hell with it: Release the hounds!
So that’s what we’ve descended to.
Just hounds.
No Del’s critters.
With Del currently MIA, do you want to try to wrangle her critters?
…
Well??
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I thought not.
We don’t have hounds, do we?
There are thousands of mouse traps in the storage room off Tunnel 42. I would set them about the place to ward off the intruders, but I am allergic to cheese.
Steve, if you want to ‘wrangle Del’s critters’ I’m sure you only have to ask.
Maybe a meal and some coffee first, though?