Ever Feel Like A Threadkiller? 41

My husband LURVES popsicles. He lives on them when he is sick.

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Last year me and kiddo were doing some art projects for school. A swan made out of a birds nest, tig wire and some rhododendron flowers:

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What’s the 41 in the title?

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Hannibal drives a mini-van?
Hannibal stops for red lights?

Hannibal is secretly a law-abiding sissy.

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In the days of yore, many of our ancestors would gather round the lost and vacant halls of what was then known as Testosterone Nation.
The threads were brimming with excitement as knowledge aboot training and nutrition was given freely by each other and the experts.
It was a glorious time.
During this golden age, some were un familiar with the sensibilities and nuances of the thread etiquette. Once this etiquette was breached, the OP and their evil minions would vacate the thread, and leave the rest of the members in a flux, wondering how the thread went awry.
This person would be referred to as a Threadkiller.
When a few of those Threadkillers had found themselves without peers, they decided to band together.
This resulted in the threads now known as Threadkiller.
It was originally referred to as “ever feel like a Threadkiller?”
Once this band of happy harlots had found new meaning to their existence, the remained in the band, and had continued to discuss, flirt, and post nonsense with each other.
Threads, back in the ancient times would have a capacity of aboot 500 posts, then the thread would lock, and another thread would have to be started, hence the numbering system as you have inquired.
Number 41 was jus a thread that I had resurrected, there are many out there that one could find, should one be so inclined.
Thank you for your inquiry into our past, please be sure to leave a donation at the door, as we are funded only by interested patrons like yourself.

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Lol. Glad you found the flame free thread when you came back to T Nation. Haha

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TruDAT

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So, I work at a hotel and we had a college football team stay with us this weekend. They played the University of Delaware today. We had a team stay with us last November too, before Thanksgiving. One observation I have made from these two teams is that female college trainers are stuck up bitches. They don’t talk to anybody, act like they’re better than us, and don’t eat anything. Granted, this is a total of about 10 women in a total group of about 200 men, but I found the attitudes unnecessary. I get it. You’re in a male-dominated career and need to work 10 times harder to prove yourself, but you also don’t need to treat hotel staff like shit. Also, EAT SOME CARBS, FFS! It’s not going to kill you. /End Rant

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Jeez, Greenie!

Sounds uncomfortable.

And yes, carbs are a gift from the gods.

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Clearly your stripper thighs show this

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Stripper thighs?

I’m kidding. They are huge

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Umm
 we’re still talking bout my thighs, right


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Is there something else I missed?

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No, probably not
sigh

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Well, I can’t really UNsee that now. :smirk:

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Which one? The pearl fish that hides in the sea cucumbers anus or @Edgy thighs?

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So? What’d I miss?

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No wonder sea cucumber is so expensive, we’re subsidizing the pearlfishes’ food and rent :joy:

My family’s money shouldn’t go to subsiding squatter fishes goddamit :stuck_out_tongue_closed_eyes:

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Edgy’s thighs are thiç and all, but the pearl fish and the sea cucumber was just not something I had seen before.

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