I've killed nine threads today, and I'm just getting started

[Orrex]

Maybe this'll be number ten!

[ThomCat]

1. Looks like good odds.

:P

[Orrex]

2. Sure, until you had to go and ruin it!

Thanks, though--for a while I wasn't sure that my posts were even visible!

[mainegreen]

3. What's that? I thought I saw a post. My mistake.

:P

[Vidar]

4. You have a fine future as a moderator.

[Orrex]

7. I'm no moderate! I'm a crazy liberal full of leftist fury!

Oh, wait--you said moderator. My mistake...

[Vidar]

18. LOL

[ContraBass Black]

5. Stop the carnage!

:cry:

[Orrex]

6. Stop me before I thread-kill again!

I'm on a rampage, I tells ya!
:mad::mad::mad::mad::mad:

[madinmaryland]

8. What's a thread killer....

Donald Rumsfeld is giving the President his daily briefing. He concludes by saying: "Yesterday, three Brazilian soldiers were killed."

"OH NO!" the President exclaims. "That's terrible!"

His staff sits stunned at this display of emotion, nervously watching as the President sits, head in hands.

Finally, the President looks up and asks, "How many is a brazillion?"

:evilgrin:

[Orrex]

9. Oh yeah? Well try this on for size

Bush and Rumsfeld are at a quiet bar and discussing policy over drinks. Bush, famously a teetotaler, is on his third Shirley Temple, while the Secretary has just ordered his fourth double scotch.

Suddenly an old drunk at the opposite end of the bar totters to his feet and shouts at the President. "You're mother's a dirty tramp!" he exclaims.

Rumsfeld is clearly offended, but Bush says nothing.

"If I had a nickel for every time I've screwed your mother," says the man. "I'd be rich!"

Still, Bush says nothing, but the man wasn't finished.

"She loves it rough," he went on, "and she loves it filthy. The rougher and filther, the better!"

Finally, the Secretary can take no more. "Golly, Mr. President, how can you let him talk about your mother that way?"

Bush nods and, reluctantly, addresses the man. "Go home, dad. You're drunk."

* * * *

Rumsfeld is taken aback. "Mr. President, that's not your father."

"Oh, no?" snaps the President. "Then how does he know all that stuff about Mom?"

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nyuk nyuk nyuk

I gotta million of 'em!

:rofl:

[idgiehkt]

10. that's hysterical.

:rofl:

[TOhioLiberal]

15. Nice twist at the end...

:thumbsup: Good one!

[madinmaryland]

16. Recommended and bookmarked.

Thanks. That is the best one yet of the brazillion jokes!!!

[Orrex]

20. Another offering

Not quite a Brazillion joke, but definitely of the same vibe...

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Bush and Rumsfeld were visiting wealthy Texas rancher Emmett Aubrey, and the three went for an early morning horseback ride. Bush, afraid of horses, rode in the saddle behind Rumsfeld.

A chill wind blew from the plains, and every so often Emmett would reach back under his horse's tail, procure a smearing of manure, and wipe it all over his lips.

"Good golly," Rumsfeld exclaimed at last. "What are you doing?"

"My lips get chapped in this wind," Aubrey said nonchalantly.

"And does that help?" asked the Defense Secretary.

"Keeps me from licking them," said the rancher.

"That's funny," said the Prez. "For some reason it makes mine worse."

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nyuk nyuk nyuk

[NC_Nurse]

11. Noone can beat me at thread killing!

I've been at it a long time...;-)

[Guava Jelly]

12. I locked 3 in less then an hour

And 9 in the last month..And I almost got tombstoned :(

and I just killed jansez picture thread by posting my mug :)

[NC_Nurse]

13. Tombstoned!

Damn! :o

You got me beat. I am oh-so-uncontroversial...oh well. I'm glad you're still here. :-)

[Guava Jelly]

14. Me too

I guess my innuendos were a little to dirty.
oops :)

[AwakeAtLast]

17. I've been known to kill a few threads

Then I just stopped posting....until now :evilgrin:

:hi:

[Skittles]

19. I WILL KICK YOUR THREAD-KILLING ASS

yes INDEED

[AwakeAtLast]

21. Ah, man, I was GOLDEN!!!

Do you have some weird sixth sense type condition that detects threads on the verge of being killed?

If so, kudos I give to you! :yourock: