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[matriarch]

Matriarch's Musings

 

[matriarch]

OK people ignore.
Mat was trying something out, it didn't work.

Just go back to whatever you were doing.

Duhhhhhhhhhh!

Damn technology.

 

[CrazyyAngel]

Re: Re: test

Just go back to whatever you were doing.

Goes back to one handed surfing ...

Ooops ... did I say that out loud?

CA

 

[Guest]

Well???


What was your score?

 

[matriarch]

Dayummmm!!!

YOu people just cannot resist a new thread, no matter what, can you.

This is a nothing.
A vacuum.
Empty space.
I was trying something out, and it didn't work.
End.
Finito.

 

[Guest]

So did the head Mistress call you into her office for it?

Come on, Mat. Just an excuse to have some more fun.

You could edit your first ywo posts and through some brain teasers at us.

 

[Lisa Denton]

Dayummmm!!!

YOu people just cannot resist a new thread, no matter what, can you.

This is a nothing.
A vacuum.
Empty space.
I was trying something out, and it didn't work.
End.
Finito.

I have to know!!!!!!!!
Was it a good nothing? Was it a soothing vacuum? Was it a serene empty space? Can you describe this nothingness in its entire depth and essence?

 

[matriarch]

I have to know!!!!!!!!
Was it a good nothing? Was it a soothing vacuum? Was it a serene empty space? Can you describe this nothingness in its entire depth and essence?

At the risk of extending pointlessly, what is essential a thread devoted to nothing..........

It was an irritating vacuum, a depressingly empty space, a bottomless pit of failure, because it showed me that what I was trying to do, did not work.

It was a technical 'trying to do something'.
It didn't work.
I'm still working on it.

Mat

 

[damppanties]

Dayummmm!!!

YOu people just cannot resist a new thread, no matter what, can you.

This is a nothing.
A vacuum.
Empty space.
I was trying something out, and it didn't work.
End.
Finito.

I'm feeling so sorry for the poor thread. I mean, please look at the service it's done to you at least! Doesn't it deserve much more than an empty, vacuumy end? *choked throat* How can you do this to it? What makes you thread-God... the maker (or breaker) of fates of threads like these? *runs out of here, sobbing*

 

[Lucifer_Carroll]

I'm feeling so sorry for the poor thread. I mean, please look at the service it's done to you at least! Doesn't it deserve much more than an empty, vacuumy end? *choked throat* How can you do this to it? What makes you thread-God... the maker (or breaker) of fates of threads like these? *runs out of here, sobbing*

Sometimes Damp, threads just die. I know, I know. There there. Hey, it's moving. *blam* There, that's better. Now, as I was saying, we all have to get used to the death of a loved thread. And-damnitt, stay down. *blam* *blam* *rattattatat* *BOOM* *whap whap whap* Phew, okay then. Sometimes threads die and other times I kill them. Clear?

 

[damppanties]

Sometimes Damp, threads just die. I know, I know. There there. Hey, it's moving. *blam* There, that's better. Now, as I was saying, we all have to get used to the death of a loved thread. And-damnitt, stay down. *blam* *blam* *rattattatat* *BOOM* *whap whap whap* Phew, okay then. Sometimes threads die and other times I kill them. Clear?

Thread killer! Murderer!!!

 

[Lucifer_Carroll]

Thread killer! Murderer!!!

Good of you to notice

"This thread is dead. It has ceased to be."

 

[matriarch]

You
people
are
totally
and
completely
crazy.

Thank goddess.

*gently*.....now Dampee, just say your goodbyes quietly, while I wait in the corner, then I'm going to take your hand, and we'll leave thread in peace, together, forever. OK? Good.

Mat

 

[matriarch]

Good of you to notice

"This thread is dead. It has ceased to be."

I am constantly amazed at the number of times MP gets a mention in this forum.

Not that I mind this time; 'the parrot' sketch' is one of my all time favourites, and can reduce me to a wrung out, sobbing heap every time I watch it.

Follow that with a rendition of the lumberjack song, and I would be close to committal level.

 

[Guest]

Good of you to notice

"This thread is dead. It has ceased to be."

It is an Ex thread.

 

[Guest]

I am constantly amazed at the number of times MP gets a mention in this forum.

Not that I mind this time; 'the parrot' sketch' is one of my all time favourites, and can reduce me to a wrung out, sobbing heap every time I watch it.

Follow that with a rendition of the lumberjack song, and I would be close to committal level.

Have to say one of my all time favorites The penguin on top of the television.

 

[matriarch]

Have to say one of my all time favorites The penguin on top of the television.

I have a glimmering of how this thread can be reincarnated, and thence stop Dampee's grief, and me too much eye rolling.

The title was 'test', because that's what it was. But by recent default, it appears to have become a fledgling fan club for Monty Python.

I was happy to let said Thread die. If MP fans want to let it live again *hallelujah*..... I relinquish all responsibility.

Let mayhem begin.

Mat

 

[gauchecritic]

Just pushing the cage with my hand.

Gauche

 

[matriarch]

Just pushing the cage with my hand.

Gauche

As is typical of all 'young'uns', Gauche - as soon as you say they can do something.....they lose interest.

Push away.

"Nudge, nudge, wink, wink, say no more, know what I mean ..."


Mat

 

[doormouse]

*cough*

Okay, seriously, seriously going to answer email now...

*bump*

 

[matriarch]

*cough*

Okay, seriously, seriously going to answer email now...

*bump*

Not a problem DM, "Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition" to turn up on your door ( ) step !!!!!

Mat

 

[Lisa Denton]

I'm feeling so sorry for the poor thread. I mean, please look at the service it's done to you at least! Doesn't it deserve much more than an empty, vacuumy end? *choked throat* How can you do this to it? What makes you thread-God... the maker (or breaker) of fates of threads like these? *runs out of here, sobbing*

Lisa jumps in crying tears of pain and anguish, feeling Damp Panties grief, or at least wanting to feel her panties. How can these people be so heartless to a lil thread that never hurt nobody. Lucifer shot the poor thing with a pistol, then a machine gun or something and everybody was making jokes. Dranoel and that damn mean Doormouse making wise cracks while the life, or death, of a thread hangs in the balance.
Oh well, with that off my chest, I'm gonna go eat breakfast.

 

[Guest]

Lisa jumps in crying tears of pain and anguish, feeling Damp Panties grief, or at least wanting to feel her panties. How can these people be so heartless to a lil thread that never hurt nobody. Lucifer shot the poor thing with a pistol, then a machine gun or something and everybody was making jokes. Dranoel and that damn mean Doormouse making wise cracks while the life, or death, of a thread hangs in the balance.
Oh well, with that off my chest, I'm gonna go eat breakfast.

Have fun storming the castle!

*with paddles for the defibrulator in hand Dranoel, Thread Surgeon, steps up to the patient....*

Gimme 75,000 Volt Amps! This thread is gonna live or die right here and now.

75,000 VA, Aye, Captain!

CLEAR!

BZZZZZZZT

They said I was daft to build a castle in the swamp. But I built it anyway. It sank into the swamp. So I built another one. IT sank into the swamp. So I built a third one. It burned down, fell over, then sank into the swamp. But the fourth one stayed up. And that's what your gonna get son. All that.

GIMME 125,00 VA STAT!!! CLEAR!!!!

BZZZZZZZT


It's alive! It's ALIVE!

Well, mayhem, chaos, mass hysteria....

My work here is finished.

Oral sex anyone?

 

[doormouse]

Lisa jumps in crying tears of pain and anguish, feeling Damp Panties grief, or at least wanting to feel her panties. How can these people be so heartless to a lil thread that never hurt nobody. Lucifer shot the poor thing with a pistol, then a machine gun or something and everybody was making jokes. Dranoel and that damn mean Doormouse making wise cracks while the life, or death, of a thread hangs in the balance.
Oh well, with that off my chest, I'm gonna go eat breakfast.

doormouse fills waterbombs with blue dye and flings them recklessly around the room.

Oh no!! Look out Lisa!!.... eep too late

 

[rgraham666]

(Wiping blue dye out of my eyes)

This place is getting seriously weirder by the second.

No wonder I spend so much time here.

Oh, doormouse. I'll do something nice for you, when the time is ripe.