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SMILEYS!
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I totally dislike smiley spammers.
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:O :closedeyes: :huh: :bored: :laugh: :w00t: :blushing: :lol: :blush: :thumbup1:I totally dislike smiley spammers.
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Once upon a mid-morn dreary
As I pondered with eyes quite bleary
Over many a curious volume of culinary lore
On a latte I was sucking
Yet suddenly there came a clucking
As if some salesman were a-mucking
Mucking 'bout my kitchen door.
"Tis a salesman, only this, nothing more"
And yet presently the noise repeated
So I hollered, no longer seated,
"Beat it, pesky husker, mucking 'bout my kitchen door,
At my business I'm now working
So my chain you'd best stop jerking"
Then, throwing wide the kitchen door
I found a chicken, nothing more
Lept back I then with a stutter
As the phantom bird did with a flutter
Mount the folk-art bust of Julia Child there upon my kitchen floor
Perched and sat and nothing more
Then the pallid poultry most perplexing
Did set my meager mind to guessing
"From whence did you come to perch upon the bust of Julia on my kitchen floor?"
Quoth the chicken, "Fry some more"
As certain as my heart is tickin'
I'm certain that no living chicken
Has ever clearly commanded a living cook before
With an utterance so clear and shocking that even I could not ignore
Quoth the chicken, "Fry some more"
Then thought I, perhaps she's onto something
For too long now I have been supping
On feed incapable of nourishing my anguished soul
Perhaps some truly good eats my hungry soul could restore
Said the chicken, "Fry some more"
As I pondered with eyes quite bleary
Over many a curious volume of culinary lore
On a latte I was sucking
Yet suddenly there came a clucking
As if some salesman were a-mucking
Mucking 'bout my kitchen door.
"Tis a salesman, only this, nothing more"
And yet presently the noise repeated
So I hollered, no longer seated,
"Beat it, pesky husker, mucking 'bout my kitchen door,
At my business I'm now working
So my chain you'd best stop jerking"
Then, throwing wide the kitchen door
I found a chicken, nothing more
Lept back I then with a stutter
As the phantom bird did with a flutter
Mount the folk-art bust of Julia Child there upon my kitchen floor
Perched and sat and nothing more
Then the pallid poultry most perplexing
Did set my meager mind to guessing
"From whence did you come to perch upon the bust of Julia on my kitchen floor?"
Quoth the chicken, "Fry some more"
As certain as my heart is tickin'
I'm certain that no living chicken
Has ever clearly commanded a living cook before
With an utterance so clear and shocking that even I could not ignore
Quoth the chicken, "Fry some more"
Then thought I, perhaps she's onto something
For too long now I have been supping
On feed incapable of nourishing my anguished soul
Perhaps some truly good eats my hungry soul could restore
Said the chicken, "Fry some more"
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I totally agree with this.
Off topic? What about thread killers? You know those last posts that suddenly ends a perfectly good thread?
Something along the lines of:
Sandwich Cake:
A layer of deviled ham, chicken salad and olive-nut spread between a whole loaf white bread surrounded by four packages of strawberry cream cheese.
Ewww!
Turtles.
