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.
Let’s not talk about the length of any other appendages that Del might have engineered into a giant dwarf.
Well, they were *dressed* as a policeman.
Hmmmm.
It was in a nightclub, though…
BroMu,
Although we cultured Brits refer to a truncheon, our Cousins over the Pond use the rather unsavoury tern, nightstick. As a stick can be used as a club, are you suggesting that this giant dwarf was encased in a truncheon?
My brain hurts, Brian.
Actually, that might explain my now pronounced limp…
As nobody else will ask, your pronounced limp what?
Such a disappointment for a girl…
Have a look through these naughty parchments.
Aloha!
It’s ground to a halt again.
Who switched the ignition off?
We just ran out of gas, or perhaps petrol. Geothermal might be a better way to power this puppy. Some of the tunnels go deep enough.
Del made a puppy?
Don’t be deceived by its cuteness.
‘Del *made* a puppy’
Other than the Mafia meaning, doesn’t that carry other connotations over your side of the pond?
See, we may have ground to a halt momentarily, but the smut’s still hot to trot.
Not that puppys trot.
That was something entirely different.
Aaaaanyway….
Made = created
No double (or triple) meaning intended.
Sometimes a banana is just a banana.
But what about pears, Steve, hmmm.
What about PEARS!!?
Hmmm….
I suppose that sometimes a pear is just a pear, though I don’t really know what else it could be. The shape is problematic for multiple uses.
The only known things about Pears, is that they still make soap, not sure about the Cyclopædia, Pepys never mentioned them in his Diaries but did in his Dairies.
A pear is an apple gone wrong. Or vice versa — I’m always getting them confused.
What are these o-pears that everyone in Notting Hill seems to have these days?
BroMu,
Not at the Carnival.
No, those would be Peaches.
Mashed Peaches.
…
Too much?
I mean, I know technically it as an anti-Nazi march in Southall, but the pear/peach link was too strong to resist.
In other news . . . every day’s a special day on Sodor.
Also, it ‘was’ an anti-Nazi march.
God bless touch typing.
Don’t woryr about it. I’m frequenty embare-assed by tpyos. People will understand what you meant, usually.
Tanks, Ace.
Wahts wiht lla teh typoos? Its likee an textuale viirus gott lose.
Aloha!
Have you noticed that all Johns, whatever their qualifying number, only post “Aloha”?
Are they really Hawaiian?
A halo?
Maybe they’re typo-infected angels?
Good news in the UK this morning.
All English Counties except Kent, have a resident otter population.
BroMu, please ask your Men of Kent and Kentish Men to stop eating them.
My wife loves otters.
I even adopted one for her.
But they *still* wouldn’t let us eat it.
That’s what’s wrong with this country, right there.
Can you at least eat Panda?
What’s the best part of a panda to eat?
How do you best prepare panda for eating? Grilled?
Bamboo skewered kebab.
Raccoon and bear recipes are easily adapted for panda, but you ought not to eat an otter. Or a potto. Or a lemur. Koalas are okay, but don’t let the children know or they’ll freak out. Same for guinea pigs.
You didn’t hear this from me, capisce?
I’m thinking of going into advertising. In view of this topic, may I ask your opinions on, and I admit a lot is stolen:-
A million housewives everyday,
Pick up a Heinz tin and say
“Lemurs make stronger femurs.”
Pretty good, eh?
It would be good, if I had any idea as to what you were selling: ketchup? ground lemur?
What, as opposed to arboreal lemur?
As in lemur ground up into bits, such as for making a lemur burger. Instead of a lemur steak, chop, or roast.
Mmmmm, ground Lemur.
What about minced?
Bigger chunks. Bigger Taste.
How about Halal or Kosher, Lemur Kebabs?
See, I told you I was coming over here.
Now, if I could just think of something crass…
Hmmm…
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Where’s Motlz when you need him, eh…?
Thinking of something crass is not a problem.
Typing it out sometimes is.
Certainly without fear of prosecution.
Just in case I forget, Happy Boxing Day.
I thought that was in December. Or have I fallen asleep again?
Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We still have Hallowe’en to take care of. My costume is shaping up quite nicely, but I’ve used up all the local stores of red-colored Jell-O, and I’m not nearly big enough.
That’s right, I’m The Blob.
What about Guy Fawkes night. Most people get Fawked on November the fifth.
Certainly a lot of us will be if the fire strike goes ahead, Nxxx.
Frying tonight…
Ace,
Are you the original Steve McQueen Blob, or the more recent Blob?
It creeps! It creeps!
I’m the 2010 version, sticky, cloyingly sweet, and beset by hordes of ants.