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and the pussycat......

prefers mice

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Where<?>!!!

there, look

behind you

quick they're making off with the cheese

WHAT can we use for the pizza ?

what about that tyre over there<?>

is THAT how you make goo-ey crust (or maybe chewy crust) ?

Although the mice themselves would add flavor

mmmmmmm.....crunchy....

especially the tails.....

a mouse o'nine tails

You're obviously a "cordon bleu" cook. What else can we do to this pizza to make it really good.
We could become better known that PizzaHut !

Paint it pink!

we are getting near 1,000 now guys. then we'll only have 9,000 posts left!

and on the 10,000 post the world shal end there is a gerbil flying past my window.

It's still quite far to a thousand, maybe in a week while reach the big 1K!!!

yay! Yowee! Wazooo!

100 something more posts needed for 1k. we'll make istby end of tomorrow!

The last time I got involved in trying to reach a certain number of posts on a thread, a group of us posted very solidly one day, and we posted upwards of a thousand posts in a day, I myself, clocked up over 500 postings, so, if we work solidly, we should do it by the end of today. Oh, and I was lieing about the gerbil flying past my window; it appears to be more of a flock of gerbil's flying past the window.

But, then on the other hand, all things considered, certain things, such as needing to eat and clean up and exercise and shower and go out drinking tonight, mighten, to a certain extent be a restraining factor on the urge to reach this 1000 posts of which you talk.
The gerbils are still there, I think they are hovering

ok. let's all come together now and post as many posts as we can. see if we can get way over 1,000 posts by end of today, perhaps a target of 1,500 if we want to set almost unachieveable targets?

Indeed, the art of posting large quantities of meaningless, random, and insaine posts is what we must do, casting asunder the revelations of those who denie the existance of flying, and indeed hovering gerbils, we trapse foward, casting out those from our midsts that do not hoover at the appropiate time, and instead coating our bodies in honey.