thread killers post here

think you're a good guy? think you like the same music most people here like? do you get overwhelmed by the posting power of people with a sharp wit? uncanny tact? complete jibberish? thousands of posts to your measly few hundo? are you a can? american? south american? or even worse, mexican? do you kill threads and wonder why? make your incoherent statement here.

i hope to god this thread gets 0 replies

it will get 2 replies and sink forever

/last post

  On 11/19/2009 at 3:53 AM, messiaen said:

i hope to god this thread gets 0 replies

yeah it d be really funny if that happened i hope nobody replies

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To Whom Much Is Given, Much Is Required.

I have a lot to say about a lot of things..

  On 11/19/2009 at 4:40 AM, beatfanatic said:

To Whom Much Is Given, Much Is Required.

there is a ( . ) on that post,

..... oops, should have made that more clear

  On 11/19/2009 at 5:07 AM, troon said:

  On 11/19/2009 at 4:40 AM, beatfanatic said:

To Whom Much Is Given, Much Is Required.

 

 

 

there is a ( . ) on that post,

..... oops, should have made that more clear

tits?

I'll kill your thread...

  On 11/19/2009 at 5:10 AM, chenGOD said:

I'll kill your thread...

not if I kill you first

im gonna get the last post here

troon

I murder the inertia of threads better than pro-lifers kill abortion doctors

I'll have a go at this one.

*checks pulse*

nsfw

My Gramps once told me a boy with no teeth is just as good as a boy with teeth.

i ate a buick once

i need to smoke something 1st to think of something funny enough to post.

i wonder how you would kill a thread like this. maybe by posting something very long, serious and only barely relevant or coherent.

:pun:

"Poem About Nothing" - by Wayne Dodd - in the style of Troon

This is a poem about nothing, about something. this is a poem about someone standing, someone lying down

somewhere with doors. closed, doors. open: people are eating breakfast perhaps: their faces

are peaceful with chewing, with tasting. sharp smells rise up from the street, rise up

from beds, from carseats. men and women are walking; they are all going

somewhere else: their arms swing, their legs swing from

their hips. their clothes hide, their clothes reveal:

there are always secrets among us someone

is lying down somewhere or else

someone is standing up

the doors there are

open, the doors

there are

closed

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  On 11/19/2009 at 8:17 AM, glasse said:

i need to smoke something 1st to think of something funny enough to post.

 

i wonder how you would kill a thread like this. maybe by posting something very long, serious and only barely relevant or coherent.

repeatedly posting some boring image 2340923 times so anyone reading the thread has to scroll past a zillion copies of the same image and do some searching to find actual posts

total dick move.