And so it begins...
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Wha? Too complicated. Jeez..
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Not complicated at all, Jack. Allow me to demonstrate. The recipe for a swift and merciful coup de grace in this fast-moving game of skill and bluff is to use the winning move without mercy and for maximum effectiveness... like so: Mornington Crescent.
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I appear to have lost the knack. St d? Anyone?
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mwoooohahaha!
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Now, foolish ones..
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All cower and despair at my coming as I intone the mystic unheard syllables... Vastra Skogen!!!
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Buggery
rab -
I am the spider master
And spiderman is having Jack O'Neill for dinner tonight.
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*shouts, screams, generally goes wild for rab*
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Ans I thought it was Blancmange Telescope. Sod it.
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...was that all about. Can someone please explain?
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I think it's what happens when you leave buttons with enticing words like "Start a new game" lying around, and allow random people to wander onto your website. Let's hope Jack O'Neill doesn't work in any kind of nuclear facility.
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Well, now that you come to mention it... His name was Jackovich Ornyelski, formerly of Chernobyl.
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Actually, I work in the U.S. Army, haha!
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Bring back For Britney thats all I ask.
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I remember that - like too many beers, you just couldn't keep it down.
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Eider thought of that, given thyme, but sage I am not.
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I found all my herb pots walking in a line last night - I put them back on the shelf but one herb keep leaping down and continued to walk. I gave up putting it back in the end because thyme was marching on.
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I've put big bold labels my herbs, just in case I get a guest who is parsley sighted.
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My herb patch has taken up folk singing, with "Oh Cinnamon! Where have you run to?" being a particular favourite.
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In the greenhouse are several herbs over wintering, each morning I find the labels folded into Oregano style animals.
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I have an apology to make. I'm sorrel I ever looked into this game.
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[Fennelope] Well I'm going to copyright this game and make a mint!
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Is there room for it in the archives?
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[Chalky]There's acres, last time I went there was a tv and several comfrey armchairs.
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Chalky/Inkspot] Enough room to swing chevril cats in fact.
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My cat, Basil, 'swings' both ways - on Thursday nights he likes to be known as Marjoram.
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I had a customer in this morning with a cat sort of like that - it was called Len 'til I told them it was female.
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Vet] I think you should have stuck to taking pulses.
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Wotch it, Sunshine! You might find yourself docked.
This is the end of the line. There is no more.