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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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Or Jermyn Street. Who needs spats these days?
Someone planning a vacation back to the 1920s?
I thought a spat was a violent disagreement.
Are spats worn in the present, called spits?
No, they are in fact called an affectation
I do fine with my paw print galoshes.
So what are galoshes, exactly? Oshes for gals?
Does that mean the existence of ladloshes, pen?
I think it could be galoshes and galohes.
Ex Irish gal'o'sheas: "woman of the Shea clan".
Hot enough for you yet? [Southern hemisphere exempted]
No. I need thirty-six for a new record.
Blimey! I hadn't realised LPs cost so much!
Did anyone here ever collect Green Shield stamps?
I collected cartoon stickers for comic making books.
I collected engine numbers, some of them prime.
Train spotting! I used once to enjoy that.
I find your word order rather unusual, Duj.
That is because I'm an unusual chap, Rosie.
Train spotting is an artistic form of graffiti.
I last spotted a train at a wedding.
Don't trains usually get married at marshalling yards?
No, Simons Mith, they are measured in yards.
Yards of ale sound like very big drinks.
They are barometric units like inches of mercury.
Important safety tip: Don't try quaffing the latter.
I think it would pass through you unchanged.
As long as you don't inhale the stuff.
Even Bill Clinton didn't inhale the stuff, allegedly.
Old presidents never die, they just stop inhaling.
My dog's got no nose. What comes next?
A tragic inability to differentiate odours. Poor dog.
One could also say "How does he smell?"
Pen, you need to take that dog back.
I mean, it's still under guarantee, isn't it?
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