The nothing thread

This thread is about nothing. Just curious how many people will post in it. :icon_shrug:

I'll post in any thread. I'm shameless ....

I'm hungry.

That makes 3 posters in here so far.

Ok, now we have 4 people posting about nothing.

Seinfeld sucked.

I won't post in here

I got nuthin'.

Nada. Zero. Not a fuc-king thing I want to add.

This means **** to me. Worthless. Ex-wife.

The cat I ran over a few times just because.

The Borg sucked my nuts out thru a straw which was nothing.

I have nothing to add. :no:

This thread about nothing is really something.

Boy what would we do with out this thread:icon_huh: :rolleyes2:

Nuthin from nuthin leaves nuthin.

Divorce and IRS audit = leaves nothing.

We started as nothing and end up as nothing.

You are nothing in the end.

and in the end

the love you take

is equal to the love you make

I think I found something.

After you finish your beer, you have nothing in the bottle. So go get another beer.

so now I find you kill cats...:icon_eek: :no:

Man Physics 101:

Premise: Cat is in the road.

Choices:

1. Hit brakes

OR

2. Hit accelerator

Therefore if you hit accelerator, cat is nothing.

Then you are in the wrong thread.:yes:

Straight from Drunk-*** Philosophy 101.:icon_sad:

No .... straight *** from the book of people who do not treat animals or plants like humans.

I don't kill cats.

That's what the coyotes are for .....

that's different then playing hit and miss with them...:lol: :icon_shrug:

Yeah ..... but I could easily have killed the coyote that feasts on my wife's cats ..... but, with a couple new litters and too many "teenage" cats running around, I think the 'yotes have some work to finish before I pop them.

:no:

if I didn't know better, I might think you were trying to rile me up..but that's not so is it...:lol:

We don't know each other well enough to rile .....

Poem about Nothing

by Bridget Kielas

This is a poem about nothing.
No flowing words about gardens or trees.
No tales of the birds and the bees,
Because, this is a poem of nothing.

This is a poem about nothing.
No winking stars in the evening skies.
No mysteries or lovely eyes,
No, this is truly about nothing.

This is a poem about something.
Of this, I truly now know.
It's so very odd how things can go.
Because, this poem is something about nothing.