Post Ipsa Loquitur. Chief Baron Pollock

Lurker, lurker. Get out of the water!

the zipless post

Eat Sue, you brute.

The posting surpassed the thread.Ovid

Look up in the sky. It's a Poster! It's a Lurker! No, it is the Shout Box!

I coulda be a poster. On the Waterfront

An excerpt:

Orgies to right of them,
Orgies to left of them,
Orgies in front of them
Volley'd and hollar'd;
Though their penises rose & fell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their bodies bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air
Screwing the partners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the sexual-smoke
Right thro' the hymens they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the power-stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Life is like a box of lurkers.

If it were posted, 'twere best posted quickly. Shakespear

This one for the Poster.

"O lurker, lurker! wherefore art thou lurker?" Shakespeare

"I float like a lurker and sting like a poster."

...
When can their postings fade?
O the wild threads they made!
...Alfred, Lord Tennyson

A post a day, keeps being a lurker at bay!