Just because the old folks have abandoned their thread doesn't mean we whippersnappers should do the same 
We had a thread? Dang it. Memory aint what it used to be. Must have been the shrapnel lodged in my head from the war. That was in back in nineteen-dickety-two. We had to say "dickety" because the Kaiser had stolen our word "twenty". I chased that rascal to get it back, but gave up after dickety-six miles. After thatI needed a new heel for my shoe so I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on them. Give me five bees for a quarter you'd say. Now where were we, oh ya. The important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have white onions because if the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones. We can't bust heads like we used to, but we have our ways. One trick is to tell 'em stories that don't go anywhere.
