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Thread #59418   Message #1090654
Posted By: Bee-dubya-ell
11-Jan-04 - 07:33 PM
Thread Name: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
Before we begin tonight's sermon from THE LIST, please take a moment to peruse the following:

Make two Möbius strips. One strip has to be twisted clockwise, the other anticlockwise. Stick them at right angles as before.

When you cut down the middle of both strips, you will get a pair of hearts linked together..

HAW, CarolC! I made an uvula as well!

Now, please understand that the previous excerpt came from a post MOABite TWEED made a few hours ago to the "Do NOT Post to This Thread!" thread started by MOABite Bee-dubya-ell and addressed to MOABite CarolC.

And tonight's topic from THE LIST is


Coincidence? I think not! There's something happening here! And what it is is exactly clear!

As the MOAB approaches it's 2000th post (the M2K point) , it should be expected that Cosmic Alignments, freds sightings and all manner of weird shit will begin to take place. Consider that MOABite Bee-dubya-ell started the aforementioned "Do NOT Post to This Thread!" thread without prior knowledge that MOABite Little Hawk had started an almost identical thread four years ago! Things beyond our ken are starting to speak to us and through us!

And what they are saying is


In anticipation of M2K I have examined the five-gallon bucket of dried soybeans and the five-gallon bucket of dried lentils that my friend Trish's in-laws bought in anticipation of starving to death after Y2K. When it became apparent that the supply of Big Macs would remain uninterrupted they decided they really don't like soybeans and lentils anyway and, somehow, the damned things wound up in my toolshed. They appear to be edible, and if M2K shuts the world down I won't starve, though I must admit that I have sampled the soybeans and would rather just go right to the source and eat the dirt they were grown in instead.

Sorry if I haven't actually said a word about uvulas here. Hell, what're the damned things for anyway?