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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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Covid visited for ten days then thankfully left.
[Nights] Surely here's safe to share it. Do.
[pen] Kind, but this is my happy place.
Happy but difficult. I'm stumped on limerick lines.
There was a young lass here called pen.
Well that fails to help MY stumpedness, Rosie.
Who lived in a mill on the fen.
Eight words on a third line? No way.
We should try French. Full of silent letters.
She baked a vleestaart / van struisvogel en hert
En serveerde het met eieren van een hen.
Saturday morning snow. Not ideal for going marketwards.
We had a good snow shower here, too.
It was a bright cold day in April.
Where? Not here in Sheffield I assure you.
A story in eight words by Augusto Monterroso:
"When he awoke, the dinosaur was still there"
But the Spanish original is in seven words.
May the Fourth be with you, of course.
The fourth word of this sentence is "of".
The eighth word of this sentence is "anything".
The ninth word of this sentence does not
I contend that that is not a sentence.
The first rule of Fight Club is that
I've better - the secret of happiness is simply
Wait! Bismarck! Is there something important you wanted
I've never really got this game because everyone
[Chalky] Be like me. I don't give a
I'm from the police and I'm here to
One more cup of coffee can't hurt, eh?
Not with the sort of posts we're getting
There have been no posts for ten days.
There, two posts in just two days, wow!
The blind man has been. We have blinds.
I see, but perhaps the artisan does not.
That depends how well he drew them, innit?
If it wasn't for blinds, it would be...
...easy to see what the neighbours are doing?
...curtains for all of us, obvs. Oh dear.
You lot really are all a load of
Brilliant minds, as Phil was about to say
Well, another week has passed with many incidents.
Incidents? Tornado in Zierikzee (near mill), one dead.
Incidents- storm in Westminster, four resignations, nobody hurt.
Now we have fires all over the place.
Four more days of work, four more days!
I didn't know you were a fireman, pen
Give us back our ten days of holiday!
It is very quiet. Is everyone on holiday?
I am always on holiday. I am retired
We've had guests for the past three weeks.
I just can't imagine you as Basil Fawlty.
Would perhaps he be better as Manuel then?
Have you all read the manual? Good, good...
I will when I find the English bit.
Guests all gone. Back to normal. Never again!
Three guests gone yesterday, three more coming tomorrow.
Guest-free. Home alone. Feels a bit empty now.
Silence. His Majesty will now address the nation.
Hello nation. Get on your knees, you serfs.
It does all seem a bit old fashioned.
Yo homies, I's a-gonna reign and like it!
"M'sieur are you sad about ze Queen dead?" direct quote from one of my students
"Eh bien, ça va, mon petit choux, hein?"
There appears to be a plurality of cabbages.
[Rosie] That is because we are all heart.
That sounds like a very good bridge hand.
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