How to Kill a Thread - an AH Dare

[Guest]

I've heard more than one person claim the power to kill a thread just by posting to it. In fact, I think I have that same ability sometimes.

So, if you think you can kill a thread and post that one remark to which there is no possible reply, go on, try it. And if you think you can make a reply to the threadkilling post, put your words in, too!

I'll consider the thread dead if no one posts to it for 5 days. And the last person to post to it -- I'll think of something nifty as a prize

I just DARE ya

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

Did I mention my penis jewelry?

 

[Guest]

Did I mention my penis jewelry?

No, you didn't. Do you have pictures? And does it have beads?

 

[Guest]

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[Guest]

You people think you can kill a thread???

Post in "Last person to post here wins".

Well, the idea is to do more than simply post last, but to post something so devatastingly clever, so weird, or so stunning that no one can come up with a way to reply. Or to post something so dull, so pointless and so banal that everyone forgets the thread exists.

You know, a thread killer.

 

[Guest]

duplicate - [deleted]

 

[Guest]

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[Owlwhisper]

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[Guest]

So go kill THAT thread. I dare you.

I double DOG dare you.

Uh, I think that thread is like Kudzu...immortal. Even if you cut it off at the Dranoel, it will go on, and on, and on...

But you're doing an interesting job of hijacking this one.

 

[Guest]

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[kendo1]

Americans have no sense of humour.

 

[oggbashan]

Post something longwinded again...

How NOT to do it...
The roseate Sun, Phoebus’ orb, was glinting in the puddles and dappling the fallen leaves of the ancient forest as Joan made her way along the footpath leading from her rustic rose-entwined cottage, so beloved of tourists and her infrequent visitors from the city who left as soon as they reasonably could because the cottage lacked the basic amenities than any twenty-first century city dweller expected as of right such as satellite television and even running hot and cold water, both of which were unavailable, towards the steeple crowned hill on which the Parish Church sat as it had done for more than a thousand years surveying the expanding and contracting village in the valley beneath and perhaps regretting the earlier centuries when it had been filled to capacity by local residents each in their proper place and order according to the standards of the time, but Joan diverted from the direct route to the Church at a junction and was now heading in the direction of the Evening Star, the planet Venus known as Aphrodite to the Greeks but whether Greek or Roman was the personification of sexual desire, which sexual desire Joan was expecting to assuage once she reached her destination but in the meantime she was diverted by the interplay of light and shade from the evening sun as it sank lower on the horizon turning the landscape to a darkening ruddy hue which darkened further as she walked wondering whether she would reach her destination and assignation before Phoebus’ chariot had passed beyond her view but even if she did not her path was clear because she was accustomed to walking in the direction of the Evening Star every evening that she had free from her avocation of breeder of large and hairy dogs that bore a faint resemblance to The Hound of The Baskervilles and at times she would take one of the so-called breed with her on her perambulation which would certainly deter any evil minded loiterers upon her way but unfortunately also frequently prevented the consummation of her assignation by refusing to leave her side and repulsing her intended with ferocious barking and frenzied attacks barely held in check by the strong leash essential for such savage dogs but this time she was without a canine companion and therefore she hoped that the consummation would be forthcoming without let or hindrance as she continued to walk alongside the nearly dark woodlands before emerging on a slight eminence whence she could see her goal of another rose-entwined cottage from the chimney of which a wisp of smoke was arising promising warmth in both the physical, mental and sexual encounter which Joan would shortly enjoy.

"He's lit my fire" she said to herself.

PS. Ignoring the last short sentence which I couldn't resist:

Words 450
Sentences 1
Reading Ease 0
Grade Level 12.0

 

[ElizabethWest]

Any volunteers to diagragm that?

 

[hugo_sam]

Americans have no sense of humour.

And Scots are overdue for chapters.......

Hugo

 

[kendo1]

We'll just put Malachite on ignore.

Evening Hugo. Next chapter is done, but is on my other computer which is sitting happily in the corner. I'll have to plug it in.


Americans do have a sense of humour.

 

[hugo_sam]

We'll just put Malachite on ignore.

Evening Hugo. Next chapter is done, but is on my other computer which is sitting happily in the corner. I'll have to plug it in.


Americans do have a sense of humour.

It's just warped and odd.
Cool on the chap

And we can never ignore Mal

(hell generally all I have to do is post, doesn't matter what to kill one)

Hugo

 

[zeb1094]

Oh piss off!

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

Well, the idea is to do more than simply post last, but to post something so devatastingly clever, so weird, or so stunning that no one can come up with a way to reply. Or to post something so dull, so pointless and so banal that everyone forgets the thread exists.

You know, a thread killer.

No fair. You included clever, weird, stunning, dull, pointless and banal which is all well and good. But unless stupid is added to the list, I won't be able to compete.

Rumple Foreskin

 

[minsue]

No fair. You included clever, weird, stunning, dull, pointless and banal which is all well and good. But unless stupid is added to the list, I won't be able to compete.

Rumple Foreskin

I believe the proper response to that is

Pfffft!!!!

 

[Belegon]

I never thought I was a thread killer?

 

[Rope64]

Cover me: I'm going in.

 

[ElizabethWest]

Cover me: I'm going in.

You'll need more than that.

 

[Rope64]

You'll need more than that.

I didn't mean this thread. But I do have to say: Nice arch!

 

[ElizabethWest]

I didn't mean this thread. But I do have to say: Nice arch!

Merci.

Advice of the day: Wear a bulletproof vest if you are going to a political thread.

 

[Rope64]

Merci.

Advice of the day: Wear a bulletproof vest if you are going to a political thread.

I've got really, really thick skin. And a pure heart, as hard as that may be to believe.