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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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Did someone say cake? Is it a home-bake?
Certainly is. We’re in bake-down here, not lockdown.
I am craving a Victoria sponge right now.
Just had a digestive biscuit, hits the spot.
There are no limits to your dietary adventurousness.
I made fudge.
[CdM] No, you have fudged. There's a difference.
And the difference is those five missing words.
[Bismarck] Penelope shows the double-move loophole, exploited correctly :-)
[pen] I've consistently rejected this game's fascistic octoverbism.
(CdM) A false claim, alas, given your last contribution.
There may be only eight things worth saying.
[Rosie] Moves can be eight words by accident!
What's happened to the cake? Where is it?
(CdM) Only if their numbers have Gaussian distribution.
(Pablo) Consumed. There'll be more in good time.
Good time. Walnut cake with cream cheese frosting.
Sounds delicious. I'll make do with mince pies.
I found two mince pies in the fridge.
How did you resuscitate them after cryogenic freezing?
That is not dead which can eternal lie...
I saw the first snow of winter today.
I just finished a year-old box of paklava.
Upcoming first trip to London in 10 months.
Socially distanced Tantra, Titian, Artemisia, Gesualdo, and Sin.
Are you okay Raak? I'm just slightly worried...
[Pablo] Relax, he's gone all ...arty on us.
The excitement of my life knows no bounds.
As does a kangaroo standing in super glue.
Which made me laugh out loud - cheers Boolbar
Actually, I haven't had any mince pies yet.
I've just been sent four in the post.
A week to go. Start on the booze.
I think I've just finished working in 2020.
I finished working a long time before that.
So did I. Pass the bottle opener, please.
I need to find a new job. now.
The Bluebell Railway is looking for engine drivers.
Hidden text(KS) Can't quite see you on the footplate but I hope you find something soon. Being jobless is bad news
I've 11 days work to go in 2020.
I finished work for the year last Friday.
All this talk about work makes me thirsty.
I fancy a little bit of cheese: Wensleydale.
I fancy a lot of cheese. Port Salut.
A little bit of bread and no cheese.
Are you trying to give me the bird?
[Softers] Just a pear tree. With no partridge.
The first eight words of 2021 have arrived.
I hope they don't include "Brexit" or "Covid".
Covid Covid Covid Covid Covid Covid Covid Covid...
Covid Covid Covid Covid Vaccine Vaccine...A MUTANT!
We must burn down more five G towers!
I don't think 5G towers are very combustible.
You have to fire a Qanon at them.
So what dreadful news can we expect now?
Trump declares an emergency and suspends Inauguration Day.
The Covid vaccines prove fatal in three months.
A deadlier virus escapes from the Wuhan lab.
The Earth's magnetic poles begin to flip over.
Aliens arrive, who see us only as food.
All the bees die and no-one knows why.
Jesus returns, takes one look, leaves in disgust.
Wolves, raised in a laboratory to superintelligence, escape.
Antinatalists release a virus designed to sterilise everyone.
India and China have a brief nuclear war.
Skarl the drummer ceases to beat his drum.
Waitrose, Sanderstead, have run out of blackcurrant cheesecake.
Iä! Iä! Ph'nglui mglw'nfah Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!
Putin annexes the remnants of India and China.
Trump and Putin get into bed together. Literally.
Putin annexes the Waitrose cheesecake aisle in Sanderstead.
Has Armageddon arrived while I was not watching?
"And I saw, and behold a white horse."
Raak, how many coffees did you have yesterday?
"And the name of that horse was 'Binky'."
Alas, the coffee runs out, the vision fades.
I'm quite exhausted and it's only the 15th
Try retirement, like me and Rosie, you know.
I'm remodelling my home office. Another 17 years...
That's got to be a blockbuster movie, Raak.
I like reruns of the Blockbusters game show.
Do you watch it by renting the video?
"I'll have a P please Bob" *Guffaws memorably*
Well, nobody has posted since penelope nineteenth January.
Pen's memorable guffaw has quite simply destroyed us.
Sorry about that folks. Now I'm straight faced.
Friday at last. Any giggles to be had?
Friday? Is it Friday, Rosie? Just another day.
Haha! Haha ha haha ha. Haha ha... bonk.
I must find an aisle to roll in.
It's Saturday, for all the difference it makes.
Bonkbonk! Bonkbonk bonk bonkbonk bonk. Bonkbonk bonk... ha.
Can anyone help Tuj? Or even want to?
Sexual frustration in males (I assume) is terrible.
If you've nothing useful to say, try surreality?
An ox in shott or head of leather?
One is the result of the other...
A game of consequences. Life's like that, innit?
Feeble attempt at County punditry * .. whoosh - over heads*
Got the punditry but had no worthy retorts.
Yup I need to cease conjuring wordgames from nothing
Some friends and family are understandably disowning me
Not over my head, Chalky. Keep it up.
Yesterday, a joke went over a friend's head.
We move in elevated comic circles. What fun.
Let's drop our standards and go dirt low
Bleed'n' 'ell, I fought you was a lady.
We'll let that roll off into the distance.
Balls roll well when the ground's not frozen.
Surely even better when the ground is frozen.
Especially those balls belonging to a brass monkey.
The weather has now taken a warmer turn.
I thought the heat was just my age.
Eighty in the shade, pen? Don't believe you.
Am I eighty in Fahrenheit or Celsius? Important!
And how does that translate into dog degrees?
Dogs always have masters, never bachelors or PhDs.
[pen] Applau, applau, applau, and one more applau.
Dogs are much better educated than I'd thought!
How well did you think dogs were educated?
I thought they mostly stopped with obedience school.
The purebreds on to Barking and Dogenham College
Long old day. Had enough. Turning laptop off.
In the transhuman future, laptop turns you off.
[Raak] You're a ray of sunshine today. *Click*
Sunshine does not come out until the dawn
And in most of Britain not even then.
What comes out in Britain is best avoided
English winter ends in July; recommences August. (Byron)
July in Welsh is Gorffenaf, "end of summer".
British Summer is a random week in May.
The hay fever season is February and March.
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