Baker, we can't check the notables against qresear.ch anymore. I used to do it for every post, database got too big, that function no longer reliable.
If you know something's been noted, tell the baker.
Baker, we can't check the notables against qresear.ch anymore. I used to do it for every post, database got too big, that function no longer reliable.
If you know something's been noted, tell the baker.
I both bake and dig. Each digger tends to explore different topics. So what you find worthless may be worthwhile for a different dig.
Anons are not incapable of perusing past breads.But some are really busy, why i don't mind re-notabling big news.
Especially when taking the bake on short notice.
I really like reading the Trump quotes when i don't have time to watch the speech. Distills important points into a quick read.
'''A Special Tribute to Sunday Night Graveyard Baker & Anons'
(to the Tune of the Gilligans Island)
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful bread
That started after the midnight hour
From a tiny 3-post bread.
The graveyard shift is a slow one, lads
It's not for the faint of heart
But Sunday night is a special fright
For it's the day 'fore the Monday 'mart.
But a doughty band of anons brave
Their duty not to shirk,
Stayed with the Board, though they couldn't afford
To miss Monday morning work (Monday morning work).
Oh what can we do for these winsome souls?
Who would sacrifice their sleep?
Baker gave a sigh as matins drew nigh
And the mists began to creep (mists began to creep).
"It sticks in my craw that the dough's still raw
And the hours are growing long,
"Well, lads come here, I've got a word to share,"
It's "seven fifty-one" (751).
The anons knew what they must do
Their eyes took on a gleam
Each dug into his big-gest stash
Of shitposts, jokes and memes (etc)
As the kitchen warmed, the dough it formed
In the shape of a crispy bun
As pretty soon, they'd all attuned
to seven-fifty one (751).
As the posts raced by, that bread did fly
Right up to the clouds in the sky
There aloft it sat, like a French cravat
Where only the eagles fly.
So this is the tale of anons who
Made a bread both light and fun
As they all cogitated, on a number as they waited for
Seven fifty-one (751).
long time ago, kek.
like this one a lot!
saw a lot of those but none had music.
remember the ones with drone right over the window with FBI inside.
He had a chance but like more than a few, went off the Rezโฆ.chans have a lot of characters.