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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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Visit Louth Pie Day dot com. Thank you.
louthpieday.com’s server IP address could not be found.
When I tried it it worked for me.
Sometimes our pies conflict with our cookies, presumably.
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Works. Who is this pie competition contact "xxx"?
[Superman] It might be me. I'm Madame Pie .
Let's throw, though, loathly thespians athwart Louth's pies.
Let's include as many th's as we can.
We'll spit out our pies with those ths.
Sorry can't oblige, because I have a lisp.
Shurely your pies are not actually spitworthy, pen.
Does twenty-six miles of pies make a python?
How many pies in a pylon? Anyone know?
Do pies belong in the Labyrinth of Nightmare?
Surely a pile of pies makes a pylon?
Pies fit for a king: cooked in pyrex.
I think that I shall self-isolate for now.
So how's everyone doing? Anyone working from home?
Yes, but since all the kids are here...
.....and some of them may well be mine.
Not likely. Should I send two on spec.?
I have no kids. I was channelling Boris.
Does anyone want sunflowers? We've grown too many.
Hmm. How does one transport sunflowers these days?
[Pablo] Quickly. Put your petal to the metal.
We've got spare sunflowers. Has anyone got room?
Couldn't you make cooking oil out of them?
I'm sure some hungry hamsters will enjoy them.
Goats love them so send them to Llandudno.
Llandudno. Post-apocalyptic goats make better job of it.
Llandudno. I bet you can't pronounce it properly
I'll put my money where my mouth is !
This may well cause you heavy-metal poisoning.
Still preferable to taking on a post-apocalyptic goat.
Goat in Welsh is gafr, the plural geifr.
In Dutch, geit is goat. Giet is pour.
And Welsh cheese is cwas, Dutch is kaas.
It isn't, it's caws, which rhymes with house.
Ah, alas. A typo in a foreign language.
My favourite Welsh word is mochyn, meaning pig.
Secured a supermarket delivery, first for eight weeks.
I still have to hang around outside Waitrose.
Yeah but Waitrose! Anticipating the posh goodies within!
Dutch supermarkets are lacklustre and the cheese stinks.
I thought all cheese was supposed to stink!
Not that posh, pen but just nicer people.
Warp and weft. Weft goes weft to wight.
So it ends up on an island then?
Yep. And then it gets weft behind, obvs.
Boom boom! You get a ten point bonus.
Warp factor ten, when the sun is shining.
That's what happens when you leave timber outside.
I'm marooned on the continent. Please send sausages.
What flavour? Ferret and coriander? Goose and bubblegum?
I prefer bratwurst or maybe cheesy Italian kielbasa.
Pen, does not Albert Heijn stock Toulouse sausages?
Not the little stores near me. Helaas, nee.
How can anyone be marooned on the continent?
When ones native island country cuts itself adrift?
Hee hee hee hee Brexit hee hee hee
Three-day week for me, sunny weather coming up.
Rosie and I have a seven day weekend.
This is true - thus TFI Friday is meaningless.
Who's F, and why T them at all?
We're on Version 16. I hate editing sometimes.
Version sixteen of what, may I please ask?
[pen] Call it version 2 of version 15.
Fooled myself with versions 7.1-7.9 to avoid V8!
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