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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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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.
Louisiana fall is a random day in winter.
Would those all be things that happen... outside?
Bismarck, how long since you saw real daylight?
Well, not since that accident with Uncle Vlad.
[Bismarck] I think you got away with it.
Sometimes the inside is nicer than the outside.
This is indeed true of ripe juicy pomegranates
But not so true of secretly rotten potatoes
Speaking of rotten, hello everyone; I still live.
Stands Pittsburgh as of yore? Good to hear.
Dr Q - the man who knew .. techie stuff :^)
The Guy With Compupter Know-How - a great song
Those words nicely fit The Eton Boating Song.
Today I have The Rage. Nothing shifts it.
(Apart from hurling work laptop out the window)
I heard that defenestration is all the rage.
(pen) Are you French? La rage is rabies.
[Rosie] Mais non otherwise I'd speak in italics.
That would be a most interesting sound, pen.
You have to lean in to hear it.
Only when you're masking your discernible Tuscan dialect
[Chalky] Surely pen would speak in double Dutch?
Single Dutch is difficult enough in my experience.
Is a Swedish accent able to help anything?
Bork bork? Bork bork bork! Bork bork. Bork.
Borg borg? Borg borg borg! Resistance is futile.
In that case try capacitance. Much more elegant.
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