Jibber Jabber - Q1 - 29

If this thread ever dies, I fear that it may collapse under its own gravity into a micro black hole.

If we keep it going long enough, maybe we can open a wormhole into an alternate version of reality in which the contest publishes children's cookbooks written by San Diego dentists.

If this thread ever dies, I fear that it may collapse under its own gravity into a micro black hole.

If we keep it going long enough, maybe we can open a wormhole into an alternate version of reality in which the contest publishes children's cookbooks written by San Diego dentists.

I think it's best to avoid hyperspace. There be Gators there!

According to Yahoo, "Dark Matter 'slingshot' could send lethal asteroids crashing into Earth".

If we keep it going long enough: Maybe we can weave a net out of it to save Earth.

According to Yahoo, "Dark Matter 'slingshot' could send lethal asteroids crashing into Earth".

If we keep it going long enough: Maybe we can weave a net out of it to save Earth.

Ah, but which Earth? There be the problem, mateys, Oh Arr!

Please excuse Long John. He's never been allowed to post before so he's trying to be both Devonian and controversially multiversian at the same time. An unstable combination, I always say.

Oh, dear. The forum seems to have spawned another alter ego. I'll see about adding rum and plum duff to our stores.

Then again, we've got a gator and a pirate, so now all we need is a flying ship and a cadre of lost boys.

Oh no, don't you go worryin' yer pretty little head about yon Al Terego, young Miss Kary. He wuz a topman with Flint if I remember rightly, back in the days when they wuz cruisin' the Andaman Islands. Flint caught him with loaded dice, which nob'dy was supposed to have apart from Flint hisself, see, and he made the swab walk the plank. So yon Al, he be down among the dead men at the bottom of the sea and not likely to bother nob'dy no more. Oh arr!

Whereas me, I don't have no computer on the Hispaniola, like, so I have to borrow from my old shipmate Ishmael whenever the cove is off looking for Wales, which he does with a big brass telescope from the crow's nest at the top of the house. You can't see Wales from there in course, but I never tells him, cos it would spoil the fun and I'd have to buy my own tablet, which I ain't never done, see, on account of me not bein' able to afford it on a ship's cooks wages. I have made tablet once or twice, bein' from Devon an' all, but that's another story.

Whereas me, I don't have no computer on the Hispaniola, like, so I have to borrow from my old shipmate Ishmael whenever the cove is off looking for Wales, which he does with a big brass telescope from the crow's nest at the top of the house. You can't see Wales from there in course, but I never tells him, cos it would spoil the fun and I'd have to buy my own tablet, which I ain't never done, see, on account of me not bein' able to afford it on a ship's cooks wages. I have made tablet once or twice, bein' from Devon an' all, but that's another story.

When he sees Wales, I assume it will be white...

Ya know, I was going to post in this thread, just to do my part to keep it going...

Then I thought: "Now, now... That's rude. There's a quarter in progress right now. People are paying attention there, some still waiting for results. No reason to draw attention here just because you're bored and the forum is quiet."

Then I thought: "Wait a minute! I am one of those waiting. Screw that!"

This is the thread that never ends.
It just goes on and on my friends.
Some people started posting here, not knowing what it was,
And they'll continue posting here forever just because

This is the thread that never ends.
It just goes on and on my friends.
Some people started posting here, not knowing what it was,
And they'll continue posting here forever just because...

Eight folk left on the dead man's chest!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Cos judgment day's been an gone fer the rest!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

FIRST!

Oh, wait. Nevermind...

This is the thread that never ends.
It just goes on and on my friends.
Some people started posting here, not knowing what it was,
And they'll continue posting here forever just because...

And by "some people," of course, we mean Tina.

Tina, you troublemaker.

This is the thread that never ends.
It just goes on and on my friends.
Some people started posting here, not knowing what it was,
And they'll continue posting here forever just because...

And by "some people," of course, we mean Tina.

Tina, you troublemaker.

Yeah, the one thing this forum doesn't need is troublemakers!

Right. Because we don't have any troublemakers here and someone like that would just never fit in.

Right. Because we don't have any troublemakers here and someone like that would just never fit in.

Ban all troublemakers! Ban all troublemakers! Ban a

Keelhaul all the scurvy swabs!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Unemployed pirates need their jobs!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

Right. Because we don't have any troublemakers here and someone like that would just never fit in.

Ban all troublemakers! Ban all troublemakers! Ban a

Gator?

Not guilty! Think it was that Evil Martin. He be bad news.

*twitch*

Oops... Wrong thread...

Shall I post my special Baked Evil Martin recipe here, Nice Elinor?

Um, well, maybe you'd better keep it to yourself, dear. Why don't you write it in that special private notebook I gave you for your birthday... Yes?

Aw, okay.

I thought Gator liked her food still twitching...

I thought Gator liked her food still twitching...

Well, I think she does, but there's always the, um, leftovers...

If you cook them *just right*, they'll keep twitching for weeks!

If you cook them *just right*, they'll keep twitching for weeks!

As the pot of petunias said when it materialized in orbit next to the Heart of Gold: "Oh, no! Not again!"

If you cook them *just right*, they'll keep twitching for weeks!

Awesome! Can I have the recipe for that, Stewart?

Two years ago in Jibber Jabber - Q1 - 29...

The Gator has no need to write a little ditty for herself, Lewis Carroll already wrote one which does the job just fine:

How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!

How cheerfully he seems to grin
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!

Five more to go Martin...

Five more to go Martin...

Am I that transparent?

Five more to go Martin...

Am I that transparent?

Four.

Five more to go Martin...

Am I that transparent?

Four.

Well, actually, 3500 must be reserved for possible News or to congratulate the winners if I don't have News.

3499 must be reserved to formally announce that I'm going dark until SOMEBODY has News.

And this is 3497, so...

One.

Two years ago in Jibber Jabber - Q1 - 29...

The Gator has no need to write a little ditty for herself, Lewis Carroll already wrote one which does the job just fine:

How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!

How cheerfully he seems to grin
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!

Aw, look. I'd forgotten about that cute little poem.

Well, actually, 3500 must be reserved for possible News or to congratulate the winners if I don't have News.

3499 must be reserved to formally announce that I'm going dark until SOMEBODY has News.

And this is 3497, so...

One.

**Gator sneaks up behind Evil Martin, waiting for that special moment when his jaws are taped shut.**