Go west young man,find a woman if you can,if you can"t find a woman, find a clean ole man

I post, therefore I am.

Under the shout box. We'll be having some fun.

Perfidious lurkers.Napoleon Bonapart

Cum is the residue of fun

Lurkers, lurkers everywhere,
Nor any who post, I thinkSamuel Taylor Coleridge

Will no one rid me of this meddlesome shout box?

They may take our lives, but they will never take our postings!

Shout [box], Shout [box],
Keep it out
These are the things I can do without

Come on, I'm talking to you,
PF

As idle as a lurker's thread
Within a lurker's forum.Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Never have so many shouted about so little for so long.

I bit my tongue, I sucked the blood,
And cried, A post!, a post!Samuel Taylor Coleridge

PF and Steph. I declare you hubby and wife! Let us sing hymn 27.

A Post! A Post!
My Forum for a post!Shakespear

The last person who made a crack like that was never heard from again! :spank: :mad:

Wasn't me. Was my evil twin.

J’accuse le poster Catch22!

Change your password regularly unless you both want a beating. :spank:

"I believe it's time for a piece in our time... Go home and get some."

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!

3,800 posters to the left of them. 3,800 posters to the right of them.

Let no spamers come between us.

Oh post! it is a gentle thing,
beloved from thread to thread. Coleridge

When it comes to finances, remember that there are no withholding taxes on the wages of posting.

The man hath postings done,
And postings more will do. Coleridge