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.
Please disregard the spelling error in the previous comment. I blame the auto-incorrect function on my computer. It usually doesn’t work, but did that time.
You have a spoil chukka too?
Maybe the jump has corrected it.
I wanted to write a limerick with Cupertino in it, but could not make it work. So I wrote this instead:
A sexbot named Cooper, Tina
Drinks wine and colada, pina
When the time comes to pee
Which will it be?
I wager Bordeaux ex machina
Brilliant.
There once was a sloth named Moltz
Whose movements had come to a halt
With a flume and a tube
And vat full of lube
The Giga-Post Gang made him bolt
Even more brilliant!
But, alas, it appears that without some egregious comment stacking, we will merely celebrate the Giga-Post’s 10th birthday. The single entendre that it is.
More, more!
Only two days to post more than 75 comments!
Anybody got some haikus?
Must I resort to Burma Shave signs?
My threats are not to be taken lightly!
Maybe I should have used “shameless” comment stacking. We have such little restraint. Plus, our cousins are probably still sleeping.
Shameless or egregious. Works for me either way…
Apollogies.
Forgot to wish you a Happy Labour Day.
BroMu,
You too forgot.
off to Eastbourne today and hospital appointment tomorrow.
Nxxx, thank you. Enjoy your visit to the hospital, and be sure to get a second opinion.
I did forget, Nxxx.
You’re very right.
I apologise.
Happy Labor Day.
Can I just point out that being told to ‘slow down’ because I’m posting too fast is not at all helpful when attempting to stack comments by posting fast. What is CARS thinking of?
And talking of Haiku . . .
You only want me
For my brain, not my body
You naughty zombie
BroMu,
Is that entitled “To my sexbot”?
Fifty nine to go……………………………
Fifty eight to go.
Get the idea?
I don’t.
When I rode in my parents’ car as a child on a trip to the coast or to the mountains, there often would appear along the roadside a series of signs, usually six. My siblings and I would read them as they came flashing by, as each series made a little rhyme, usually promoting driver safety or shaving cream, but always ending with a sign that said Burma-Shave.
His cheek
Was rough
His chick vamoosed
And now she won’t
Come home to roost
Burma-Shave
A whiskery kiss
For the one
You adore
May not make her mad
But her face will be sore
Burma-Shave
The whale
Put Jonah
Down the hatch
But coughed him up
Because he scratched
Burma-Shave
My job is
Keeping faces clean
And nobody knows
De stubble
I’ve seen
Burma-Shave
He tried
To cross
As fast train neared
Death didn’t draft him
He volunteered
Burma-Shave
I’d heard it praised
By drug store clerks
I tried the stuff
Hot dog!
It works
Burma-Shave
Violets are blue
Roses are pink
On graves
Of those
Who drive and drink
Burma-Shave
Candidate says
Campaign
Confusing
Babies kiss me
Since I’ve been using
Burma-Shave
On curves ahead
Remember, sonny
That rabbit’s foot
Didn’t save
The bunny
Burma-Shave
To kiss
A mug
That’s like a cactus
Takes more nerve
Than it does practice
Burma-Shave
Altho insured
Remember, kiddo
They don’t pay you
They pay
Your widow
Burma-Shave
Happy Tenth Anniversary, Giga-Posters!
I baked a cake! [No, I didn’t]
Is there a prize for the 7000th comment? Only about 40 to go!
Where is everybody? Did I come to the wrong tunnel?
Keep going Thelma! Er, I mean Ace.
No, I’m back, baby.
39 steps to go.
We’re doing the deadline on US time, right?
And West Coast, presumably?
So that gives us . . . erm . . . hang on . . .
. . . . . . .
. . . nine hours!
Come on, my colonial cousins.
Nxxx and I will have to clock off soon. ‘Tis down to one of you to take the Immortal Post.
PS Those amuse-bouches are outstanding by the way, Ace.
But do you at all work for a certain (quick google) ‘brushless shaving cream, famous for its advertising gimmick of posting humourous rhyming poems on small sequential highway roadside signs’?
Shall I see if I can nudge the page to jump all the way from over here?
Heave . . .
Heave!
Heave!!