mr. dobalina
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| posted on 2004-9-1 at 00:00 |
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530 to choose from.
biggest thread topic bombs in the unrelated forum since the site's inception.
can be based on:
i. fewest responses
ii. least interesting
iii. encouraged most spam
iv. barely resembling cognizant thought
etc...
at the risk of failing to meet this thread's objective [thusly enveloping it in delicious irony], list in a numerical order please.
Amid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am
amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record:
you're so cool, you're so cool, you're so cool. And sometimes Clarence asks me what I would have done if he had died, if that bullet
had been two inches more to the left. To this, I always smile, as if I'm not going to satisfy him with a response. But I always do. I tell him
of how I would want to die, but that the anguish and the want of death would fade like the stars at dawn, and that things would be much as they are
now. Perhaps. Except maybe I wouldn't have named our son Elvis.
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Pure_Ibanez_Sound
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| posted on 2004-9-1 at 00:03 |
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You should be one of those old english people.
one last show.
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mr. dobalina
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| posted on 2004-9-1 at 00:07 |
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great start.
Amid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am
amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record:
you're so cool, you're so cool, you're so cool. And sometimes Clarence asks me what I would have done if he had died, if that bullet
had been two inches more to the left. To this, I always smile, as if I'm not going to satisfy him with a response. But I always do. I tell him
of how I would want to die, but that the anguish and the want of death would fade like the stars at dawn, and that things would be much as they are
now. Perhaps. Except maybe I wouldn't have named our son Elvis.
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Sin Ogaris
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| posted on 2004-9-1 at 00:07 |
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This one.
>.>
<.<
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Sin Ogaris
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| posted on 2004-9-1 at 00:11 |
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Or, more seriously...
*grumbles about being made to scour through the unrelated thread, but doesn't really care since he's bored anyway*
1. Pointless Rambles and General Spammage (it's had no replies but look at all the views... ok, I'll be serious now)
1. Classify THIS! (it was on the first page, had few replies but lots of views and I couldn't be arsed looking deeper into the thread)
And that'll do for now.
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little_lady
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| posted on 2004-9-1 at 01:19 |
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"Assumptions" got way too long.
"When is YOUR birthday?" encouraged spam and got many unnecessary replies.
"Is Hawaiian a language?" , I don't know where to start with that one.
The several "radio show" threads. One would have been sufficient.
Same goes for the multiple "travelling journal" threads.
"Les femmes est tres evil" Pass the spam,please.
Those "look at this" or threads promoting a game,or puzzle. One thread for all of them would be enough.
Oh, and that thread about Sarah Taylor....SO unnecessary.
Tsk tsk, mr. dobalina.
[kidding..kidding..it had its moment *cough* sep17]
Whoa, I need to get some cough syrup.
you won't let me down...
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Chris
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| posted on 2004-9-1 at 01:33 |
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quotation:
Originally posted by Sin Ogaris
This one.
>.>
<.<
ta bi
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Reivax
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| posted on 2004-9-2 at 23:25 |
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"Kiwi's on sale"
http://www.dvdaficionado.com/dvds.html?cat=1&id=reivax
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mr. dobalina
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| posted on 2004-9-3 at 01:23 |
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i was hoping at least 5 of mine got mentioned........
that makes two.
Amid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am
amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record:
you're so cool, you're so cool, you're so cool. And sometimes Clarence asks me what I would have done if he had died, if that bullet
had been two inches more to the left. To this, I always smile, as if I'm not going to satisfy him with a response. But I always do. I tell him
of how I would want to die, but that the anguish and the want of death would fade like the stars at dawn, and that things would be much as they are
now. Perhaps. Except maybe I wouldn't have named our son Elvis.
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