Thank you dagmaraka. You can all go home now. The thread is over.
dagmaraka wrote:I mean it's the 50 ways to loose your lover.... which means there must be at least 50 ways to end a thread.... OK, you want Slovak? I'll give you Slovak!!! Make it 51 ways then:
Strč prst skrz krk! Čučoriedie, cencúľ, húťava, huriavk, zmrzlina. A tie vrabce z toho tŕnia tŕng bŕng do druhého tŕnia. Podkopeme my ten Popokatepetl tunelom, či nepodkopeme my ten Popokatepetl tunelom? Tristo tri a tridsať strieborných prepelíc preletelo cez tristo tri a tridsať strieborných striech. Na klavíri hrala Klára Králová....
Did you manage to pronounce it all out loud correctly? You can't leave before you do.
Pronounce it right? I can't even read it right!
Well, you can say other useful things in Slovak. Such as "where is the sea-lion?" That counts for a lot.
Sounds funny, and looks funny too!
He might be in his heart.
Who would want to be Irish in his heart? I'd much rather be a lusty Frenchman or a debonair Italian in my heart. I'm 25% Irish in real life and that's more than enough.
Irish in your heart.
Is that anything like lust in your mind?
Lust in your mind.
Is that anything like the end of a thread in your pants?
He's asked about her whatsit.
The ol' thread is really slowin' down these days...I think it's time we all made our peace with it. I don't think it's gonna last too much longer.
Let it go, Lashie, let it go. It's time. It doesn't want to fight anymore.
Maybe it's best if you just go...No, don't bother posting again...I'll tell it you said goodbye...
Lash, how can I get this across to you?! I'm trying to be gentle here, but really: just stop posting. You're just making it harder on everyone.
Thread doesn't want to see you suffer anymore. If Thread could, he'd tell you:
"There is no happiness, Wyatt--er, Lash, there is no normal life. There's only life, that's all. Just life. . .Live every second, live it right up to the hilt. Live, Lash- Live for me."
And then Thread would want you to go, and not look back. Thread doesn't want you to see him like this, Lash, for god's sake! !