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Each Move Must Consist Of Precisely Eight Words
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Just as it says on the tin. What happens in the game may be debated in the game: perhaps it'll be a conversation, perhaps a word-limited reprise of various games we play, or whatever.
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Is it the weekend yet? How much longer?
A couple of days need to go by.
I wonder if voles look forward to weekends?
Most voles support Sunderland, so I doubt it.
The vole weekend runs from November to March.
This proves that voles are of Australian origin.
Hot. Rug under shady tree, watermelon. No voles.
Hot rug. Under shadytree? Water me lonno voles.
Watermelons can swing like mad. Just get this.
So do cement mixers; a favourite of Pater's.
Compared with that, my playing is crap, alas.
My playing is like a cement mixer's, alas.
I can play the cement mixer - musique concrete.
He who pays the builder, calls the tune.
Music for plumbers. Sounds ideal for tap dancing.
There was once a group called The Scaffold.
Didn't they hymn the virtues of capital punishment?
You want to get ahead? Get a guillotine.
Are pesky seabirds annoying you? Get a gullotine.
Is the guillemot a seabird which headed off?
Guillotine motion in the Commons: A good idea!
Whose head shall roll? Such a wonderful choice.
Head rolls? I prefer bacon butties, sans ketchup.
You are teasing my taste buds now, pen.
Friday. FRIDAY! Do you know what that means?
Your devices are buggered, yesterday being THOR's day,
But today is Wednesday, and it's nearly lunch.
...Tuesday, Wednesday heart attack; Thursday never looking back...
Your British Friday comes before our American Friday.
American fry day means we eat French fries.
Chunky chips or French fries? Which is better?
Mmmm. A tough choice. Can I have both?
Mayonnaise, ketchup, brown sauce or salt and vinegar?
It's Saturday, I'm on hols and I'm working.
Is not all of life, the great work?
"My heart is in the work", said Carnegie.
"My work is in the heart". (Christiaan Barnard).
Ergo, the work equals the groove (Deee-lite, Bootsy).
"Heart is work and work is heart." (Physics)
That would be the first law of thermodynamics,
At the third beep, it will be Friday.
I hear no beep; this man is mad.
I am as sane as the next man!
As far as I know, he's mad too.
Mad people are simply those you don't know.
Friends are the ones who share your madness.
Close friends are the ones who cause it.
Another rainy Saturday. This really isn't good enough.
Rain, rain, go away, come again on Sunday.
[Superman] Your fault the Southern Vipers lost today?!
Another Wembley victory for My Lot, I crow.
That makes you one of those London Welsh?
Currently I'm eating bangers and chips... crazy huh?
Currently I'm eating bangers and chips... crazy huh?
Two plates and bangers and chips please, waiter.
Will madame take the Lincolnshire or the Cumberland?
[Bis] The lesser of two evils, or wurst.
[pen] Shouldn't that be comparative and not superlative?
Pay day and wedding anniversary. My cup overflows.
But husband had a dental mauling this morning.
(Superman) Yes, but a Chelsea supporter for sixty years.
(Giertrud) Clearly those sausages are repeating on you.
I don't know why that line posted twice!
Today is the day. Tonight is the night.
(Busmarck) Are you on a promise or something?
Deadline day Announcement: Chelsea did not sign Bismarck.
Football schmootball. It's autumn! Best time of year.
It's Friday again. That went very quickly.
Tuesday special: Peas, grilled mackerel and baked potatoes.
I should probably go grab my epi-pen, then.
No Friday message from pen - is something wrong?
Friday's message is approximately three days late. Soz.
Maybe you could do a few in advance?
Will we have to retreat after we advance?
Bees breeze May's maze before beef awes me.
Two weeks have passed. Doesn't time fly when...
...you are trying to find eight words that...
...express succinctly, yet clearly, that which you wish...
... were true, but owing to the lamentable state ....
...of things, coupled with self-imposed octo-verbal asceticism, only...
...serve...
lunches between 12 and 2, teas from five.
Phew, that was quite a long eight word ...
peregrination through the farther reaches of le huitisme.
Shurely le huitisme must include the friendly octopus.
I have not worn my surgical stockings today.
My second-best truss is on the writing table.
Thanks for your support. I'll always wear it.
So who wore your surgical stockings today, Tuj?
Not me. I just word nylons and suspenders.
Does The Morniverse really need a pantomime dame?
…I feel like everyone is looking at me.
Oh no they're not! He's behind you!
My attention has been diverted by a leopard.
Can't be me...my fursona is a skunk.
Speaking of which, how is Projoy these days?
Alive, AFAIK. Posts occasionally.
He's alive and well. We tweeted last night.
Is that what it's called these days, then.
[Rosie] I suppose so. *Tweets regularly and often*
Bloody Christmas muzak in all the shops already.
I wish it couldn't be Christmas every day.
"Sleigh bells ring, are you listenin'?" Cheeses, no.
Well, now I want to change the subject.
I don't like losing my voice, at all.
I've looked everywhere and can't find it, KagomeShuko.
Look! There it is! Go stop it, quickly!
It turned out to be only an echo.
to be only an echo. only an echo.
If only Monday was an echo of Saturday.
You can say that again, pen. Bloody traffic!
Decent covering of snow this morning. Now thaw.
(pen) Same here in the Elevated Surrey Desert.
House tidy, presents wrapped. Shame we'll be away.
Too late for any more Xmas shopping now.
Merry Christmas. Hanukkah's been over for a while.
Too many mince pies. I'm farting currants now.
This can only mean they pass through unchanged.
This is metaphorical of an esoteric spiritual truth.
I’ve had enough of unchanged raisins. Long story.
Today's positive: It's actually a sunny Monday morning.
The sun dazzled me whilst driving to hospital.
And yesterday was a sunny beaut. Today's glum.
The sun has got its hat on today.
The moon, though, is happy to parade starkers.
It is Mardi Gras season here in Louisiana.
All these days that turn into seasons... Sigh...
My car's MOT repairs will cost a mint.
I wonder if you drive a Volkswagen Polo?
Moving slowly in a high-speed train through France.
That’s quite some achievement. A real brake through.
Three inches of snow was all it took, Pen.
French snow falls in centimetres not inches, innit?
We're expecting snow this afternoon. Three centimentres, misschien
Meeting with lunch soon. Lunch yay! Meeting yuk...
Have we run out of eight word sentences?
[Boolbar] It doesn't matter. There are other ways.
Like two of four. That's the terse version.
Four of two, though, is taking the piss.
Is it? Should I? Best not. Bye now!
Extremes? Visited. Regrets? Pending. Steam? Out. Um. Of.
Watching University Challenge completely undermines my self-esteem.
I find Only Connect has the same effect.
For me it's just being alive! Oh well.
That's why I watch them when I'm ironing.
Tidily folded things means a small achievement achieved.
Clothes origami is more fun than it sounds.
Clothes origami is less fun than it sounds.
I was quick at origami. Like creased lightning.
Plenty ackers. Origami backwards is "I'm a giro".
I’m sitting in the car outside the windmill.
Memo to pen - next windmill with a garage.
I've just finished a 120-hour working fortnight. Ouch.
Not as painful as so many hours of job searching.
Don’t chop chillies and then poke your eye.
Nor peel potatoes and lacerate your finger.
Likewise, grated carrots should not be stained red...
Carrots never used to be orange in color.
So, I wonder, what colour were they, then?
Black and White, as was everything until 1936.
I think the colour palette also included sepia.
Nah, stuff just went brown with age, surely?
I wish that were true of my beard.
Odd. My hair greys but my beard blackens.
Pigment drains downwards. (Nobody look at their feet!)
Pack my box with five dozen liquor jugs.
Jackdaws love my big sphinx of quartz. Innit.
I am jolly vexed with Scrabble rack NPFQUZG.
[Boolbar] Pug? Fun? Gun? Fug? Pun? Up? Gnu?
"Permanence" comprises all the eight principles of Yong.
I somehow think Boolbar was taking the piss.
There are over 300 American people named "Abcde".
I'd like to know how they pronounce that.
"Absidy" - Dave Gorman did a thing about it.
Ho! What news from Brecknock this fine morn?
I am up way too late, once again.
I woke early. Still managed to be late.
Americans say "It's five o'clock somewhere..." (then drink).
Seussical, Jr. was my local entertainment last night.
I woke up today full of Joyce's offspring.
Is it lunchtime yet? I'm flipping starving, mate.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Nine.
You've been promoted from Graf to Count? Congrats.
Four day week then a week off. Spiffing.
Working in the Lake District this week. Bliss.
I sweat like a pig in this weather
I went to work. Unexpected holiday. Came home.
I should be writing a paper for class.
[KagomeShuko] Write it in eight word chunks, maybe?
Unexpected holiday? Does not compute. 'Highly anticipated', shurly?
Another eight words for today. Here you go.
Has anyone here ever actually been to Bal-ham?
Gateway to the south where the honey's off?
The very place. There's a jazz pub there.
I've been to the city of Nashville, Tennessee.
And the next line of your song is ...?
A quiet week. Is nobody outraged at anything?
I reckon "Outrage fatigue" might be a thing...
I've been angry for two years and counting.
What were you before two years ago, pen?
An EU citizen with guaranteed freedom of movement.
(pen) We, by contrast, wear the Brexit straitjacket.
Brexit? Just don't get me started on that!
Steady Softers. I'm two years angry and counting.
What magic potion shall pacify thy troubled soul?
[Rosie] I'll have a gin and tonic, thanks.
I'm writing 20 Tweets. For work. Not fun.
I'm enjoying my new job - even the commute!
[Simons] You sound surprised! What are you doing?
[Pen] Technical writing, and surprised by the commute part.
[Simons] Describe the commute! You have eight words...
Two one-hour train journeys, relaxing, looking at trees.
Apologies for shouting - my bolding habit's rather ingrained.
We all get bolder with age. Nowt new.
A day of respite from the heat wave!
No respite from the canonisation of Gareth Southgate.
I wasn't expecting football to come home, TBH.
Football is not in favour of Brexit, obvs.
Who else is not going home anytime soon?
Well, for one there's the Spirit Mars rover.
Anyone having anything really interesting for lunch today?
Ostrich and walnut salad with a mint dressing.
My lawn has turned to concrete and straw.
Spotted it!!!

Wait. Wrong game; sorry.

As you were.
[CdM] The Bird awaits its game creation on OrangeMC.
They're summarizing films as limericks over on Reddit.
Meteorological records OK but it makes me knackered.
Awestruck ostrich. I like the sound of that.
Awesome sandwich. I like the sound of that.
Things are not as they seem, said I.
Maybe you are under the influence of substances.
There certainly seem to be some substantial influences...
I had an awesome cheesesteak the other day.
Thank goodness for the fact that interjections exist.
Are the influential influences influenced by influential fluids?
Why on earth do people buy bottled water?
For the free reusable bottle it comes with.
The tap water in Lake Charles tastes gross.
Tap water and you will make some ripples.
Was that an underwater tap for drinking from?
Hmmmm. More Brexit bollocks from Boris Johnson's pen.
There's no business like show business, except Brexit.
I haven't turned on my central heating yet.
I don't want to arouse my central heating!
*filth alert* Mine arouses itself. It's a bit of a wanker.
Mine arouses itself. It's a bit of a wanker.
Er, ignore the last entry.
Ignorance is bliss, or so they do say.
Fortunately, I have never heard that phrase before.
It's just a phrase I am going through.
But is bliss just a form of ignorance?
In the duty-free at Folkestone - the Chanel Tunnel...
Mmmm. Duty free? Are you in the future?
Duty-free was never abolished in the European Union.
Mmmm. Duty free? Are you in the future?
In the duty-free at Folkestone - the Chanel Tunnel...
But is bliss just a form of ignorance?
Certainly not - I know full well I'm pissed.
Well, now it's November, winter does draw on.
November? Already? It will soon be Summer again.
I wish you all a winter of content.
The government is collapsing all around us today.
The Prime Minister is lost in the Mayhem.
Rats that can't swim leaving the sinking ship?
Are Harry and Meghan's children the Brown Windsors?
May kicks the can down the road again.
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