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.
I thought about being the French king (thereby judge, jury, and executioner) but have heard it is no longer an option. Besides, my French language schooling ended with “Frere Jacques.”
Happy July 4th, Cousins.
Yes, Happy Getting-Shot-Of-Us Day, transatlantic chums.
This isn’t the one with the turkeys, is it?
And I don’t mean the muppets who charged up Bunker Hill.
Tomorrow, all manner of organic materials will be put over the coals. I’m sure some turkey will grill a turkey, along with other feathered, scaled, and furred critters.
‘All manner of organic materials will be put over the coals’.
Are you familiar with kebabs at all, Ace?
Akbar “Sheesh” Kebabs is a good friend of mine.
Sheesh, he’s no mate of mine.
Not after you put him over the coals.
If that’s how you treat friends, I’m glad I’m … reasonably far away I guess.
Take care, Steve.
BroMu is a leading member of the Teachers’ Mafia, Chemistry and Physics Branch and they never forgive or forget.
Well, I haven’t been here for a while. I like what you’ve done with the place.
Sue, how lovely. You’ve Returned.
Like Aliens.
Or Jesus.
Or even magic, Woody Allen, zombie, Superman, komodo dragon, telepathic, vampire, quantum, hovercraft, (me!) Jesus.
….or like a bad penny?
Or my favorite, Zappa’s “Return Of The Son of Shut Up ‘n Play Yer Guitar.”
With a name like Sue, you’re not a solicitor are you?
Such a personal question. Don’t I get a cup of tea first?
That’s afterwards. Sue. Like giving blood.
Nxxx is probably asking because we’ve been having legal chats of late. It hasn’t gone well, but who am I to judge?
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Oops, that was a cup of tea when I pasted it in.
ASCII art is definitely not a science.
Not a lawyer, sorry. But I’ll play one on the internet if you want.
Thanks for the tea, Ace.
I’m playing being a total muppet on the internet.
I feel I’ve found my milieu.
Not least because I can check both the spelling and meaning of that word before clicking ‘post’. Although, being a total muppet, I clearly won’t.
BroMu,
If you are a total muppet, please pass my best wishes on to Miss Piggy. How long has she been an inhabitant of Gravesend?
Most amused by the ChavWear company yesterday. 52% of shareholders do not approve of the CEO’s ten million nicker annual package. Doesn’t matter as AGM decisions are not mandatory.
Third World, here we come.
Brilliant, wan’t it? Now whatever happened to his old boss . . . ?
Is he the same as the old boss? (Sorry, that song was on the radio yesterday.)
I think he is, Steve. Looks like he’s fooled everyone. Again.
I… got nothing.
[going to wind up my windmill…]
You’re lucky, Steve.
I got two bruised knees.
I’ve got plenty of nothing, and nothing is plenty for me.
I have tea and scones and I’m willing to share. Milk and sugar?
I’m with Sue. Nothing personal, chaps, but . . . you know – scones. And tea.
Nothing goes better with tea and scones than milk and sugar, and I have plenty of nothing to share. I’m planning to give away nothing until I’ve exhausted my supply. Any takers?
Clotted cream too. And strawberry jam. Yum.
Very tempting, Sue.
BUT is it a Devon or Cornish Cream Tea you are offering?
Your answer is important as Kernow (Cornwall) might join Scotland and America in wishing to quit the UK.
Neither, sorry. Just a poor American attempt based on hours of watching BBC dramas and reading untold numbers of Brithish novels.
Should have stuck with BBQ.
Nxxx,
What benefits does America’s membership in the UK give? Can we use Stonehenge to set out iWatches?
Only if the Druids aren’t using it.
BTW do not eat Druidic Cream Teas, it is not strawberry jam.
Noted. No Druidic Teas.
No Druidic blind dates either. ‘Meet me behind the trilithon at eight (or thereabouts, given the fallacy of attempting to use a season-oriented circle as an accurate daily timepiece)’ rarely works out well. Particularly for virgins. Er, I’ve heard. From a mate. Who is one. Apparently.
Yes, apparently. Because I’m sure they’re accurately telling you that kind of information.
BroMu,
You have a friend who is a virgin?
Obviously not a boarding school teacher.
The biggest surprise thus far is that no-one is calling me on claiming to have a friend. Full stop.
Imaginary friends are perfectly legitimate, the way I see things, and are preferable to real friends in certain circumstances.
Yes, but imaginary friends won’t help you hide the …
Unfortunately my imaginary friends all left me (and said some really mean things on the way out).
I’ll be your friend.
Ahhh, thanks Sue.
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Is it wrong that I’ve copied and pasted that into my digital journal. In bold. With the Rocky soundtrack playing in the background.
Not wrong in the least. Friends are golden, or so I’ve heard.
Enemies are molybdenum.
BroMU,
If friends are golden, will melt Sue down in my furnace for 10% of the billion value.
Argh! Help!
Friends are molten?
Friends who melt friends may have their assets frozen.