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.
We must not blame every freak on Del. Some freaks are of nature.
But surely Del is *part* of nature? So . . .
What is natural or unnatural is relative.
Naturally, present company excepted, my relatives are mostly unnatural.
My cousins were created unnaturally.
Does that count?
I naturally lost the sense of this train of thought some time ago.
Must have derailed and I didn’t know.
Thought? Now there’s a concept; I knew something was missing…
If that is pronounced “Fought”, the politicians haven’t..
Day ain’t over yet… (for the fighting, that is)
— sent from Philadelphia, where, years ago, there actually was fisticuffs among elected officials during a City Council meeting
You were lucky, ours just snooze, dreaming of how they will spend their allowances.
That’s unfair, Nxxx. They don’t snooze *all day*. They are woken periodically by their butlers so they can flip between residences in order to maximise their income.
In the Pennsylvania state house, there was a “ghost voting” scandal a few years ago. Legislators would stuff pieces of paper into the electronic voting buttons at their seats, so they would be marked as present, when the were actually hundreds of miles away.
(Yet another true story. Scary, isn’t it?)
Steve,
My brain does that.
Not as bad as the ‘wurst goating’ scandal we had over here a few years ago.
I won’t go into details, but I have been unable to eat sausages since.
I’m starting to get the feeling that there is a general disdain for the elected and appointed officials in our political systems. It’s nice to know there is still room for consensus in our otherwise fractious group, and if I am elected I promise to do the opposite of those other idiots.
Vote Ace (is High)!
I like a bit of piratical snowman in my aloof and condescending executive.
Could you possibly tweet a picture of my house (bedecked with three Jolly Rogers, naturally) with the caption: ‘Image from #Gravesend’? I feel that will almost certainly tie up the Yarrr! vote.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/politics/labour/11244687/Labour-front-bencher-Emily-Thornberry-sacked-over-prejudiced-flag-tweet.html
PS: The house was actually in Stood, which is the other side of the Medway river to Rochester. That is to say, a totally different place. And they say politicians are stupid . . .
I believe I would have to get a Twitter account and learn to express an idea in few words in order to “tweet” something. Do I have enough years left to achieve that? I’ll form a committee to assess the likelihood, and get back to you via a “comment.”
Absolutely true, BroMu.
One side of the Medway are Men of Kent and the other side, Kentish Men.
No women?
The Men of Kent are the women, Nxxx.
Er . . . in a non-gender stereotypical kind of way.
Erm . . . look, what I meant was . . .
Happy Thanksgiving, Cousins.
Much appreciated.
(Stealing a few minutes away from the kitchen before guests arrive.)
Thank you, Nxxx. I will convey your wishes to the bird.
Well spotted Nxxx. Felicitations from my side of Blighty too.
Especially to your bird, Ace.
I’m no mathematical genius, but I calculate that somewhere in the next thirty comments here, someone will nab number 6666. Will it be you?
Let’s just hope the wheels don’t fall off then.
Or, it could be lucky, and summon back The Entity.
I believe the En Tittiy is published six days a week in the UK Sun newspaper.
6643. If I had a penny for every comment posted here, I could have a nice lunch in a cafe, with a book to read.
Just Say No to Page 134, Nxxx.
Sounds like BroMu is preparing for the page jump…
How does one prepare for a page jump? Parachute? Pogo stick?
Blind Faith.
Put the disc on and listen at maximum volume through “cans”.
After that, anything is better.
I don’t have any Blind Faith. Can I substitute Cream or Traffic?
What about Faith No More? Or maybe some Blind Melon?
What about ‘No More Melon’?
I made them up, but surely that’s a band name just waiting to break.
Damn!
That was the name for my pipe organ, harp, euphonium and melodeon heavy metal group.
Hey did you guys know that Tim Cook is gay!!!
I know. I’m just as shocked as you are.
Speaking of which: Dear Americans, would y’all (as y’all like to say) please stop saying ‘drink the koolaid’ all the time. Nobody else knows what that means! what even is ‘koolaid‘?
Yes, as a matter of fact, my Google is broken. I shook it, turned it off and on again, nothing.
From Richard Brautigan’s novel Trout Fishing in America: “When I was a child I had a friend who became a Kool-Aid wino as the result of a rupture. He was a member of a very large and poor German family. All the older children in the family had to work in the fields during the summer, picking beans for two-and-one-half cents a pound to keep the family going. Everyone worked except my friend who couldn’t because he was ruptured. There was no money for an operation. There wasn’t even enough money to buy him a truss. So he stayed home and became a Kool-Aid wino.”
Does that clear things up?
It’s odd that we never cast aspersions on those who make the Kool-Aid, because you can’t drink the Kool-Aid until someone makes it – buys the little packet of powder and mixes it with a quart of water and a cup of sugar, and of course, adds some ice. Also someone has to pour the Kool-Aid. Why isn’t that ever indicted? And really, why would anyone drink any Kool-Aid? Well, except the Lemon-Lime flavor. That’s pretty good.
Is Kool-Aid like Band-Aid . . . but with kooler bands?
6657! Less than ten to go, not that I’m into numerology or anything…
BroMu,
That would depend on whether they know (or care) that it’s Christmastime.
Steve,
The recent Private Eye had a section on Christmas Songs. My favourite;
Mistletoe and Wine – well that’s an incitement to sexual harassment.
Was to play the Virgin Mary in the Sheltered Housing Nativity Play. Was banned for improvising “I’ve never had it.”
Is there a special Christmas Kool-Aid? I would think it would be powdered wassail-flavor.
Or Frankincense or Myrrh flavored. Since nobody knows what those are, you have free rein.
Or reign, if you’re feeling power-hungry and/or delusional.
Thanks Ace, you’re ace!
Yesterday, after lunch, I decided to go for a walk on the moors. Cresting a hill I came across another man who turned out to be American—or so he claimed! He got to taliking to me and, as is the wont of Americans, kept going on and on about people who had drunk the Kool-Aid. Naturally I started thinking about the poor ruptured German boy, Hans. As I was thinking about his sad tale a tear rolled down my cheek, then down my neck, between my massive pecs (or manboobs as others have called them), down my stomach, finally coming to rest in my belly button, where it resides to this very day. Anyway, the ostensible American asked me what I was crying about, but when I told him that I was just recalling the story of poor Hans the Kool-Aid wino, he just looked at me blankly. This made me suspicious. Was he really American? Being suspicious I narrowed my eyes (as one is supposed to) and stared at him askance. This only made him suspicious of me and he returned the look in kind. Some say that if you are very quiet and the moon is full you can go to that hill and still see us there staring at one another askance.
That didn’t ‘really’ happen, but I thought it made a good story. Could have been more erotic though.
Oh, if anyone is worried about my Google not working; firstly, that really touches my heart (as well as other, more saucy places), secondly, it turns out it wasn’t my Google at all that I was shaking and turning off and on, but only a perfectly ordinary bottle of shampoo.
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6666
…is not the sign of some evil personage. No, it is a sign of someone stuttering, or perhaps the actual count of salmon passing through the fish ladders at Bonneville Dam.
Many times have I damned my old Triumph Bonneville but never found any ladders although there was many a fishy smell.