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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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Must regurgitate trombone as copper chloride. Anagram wrong.
Penultimate one wrong, too. I'm going to bed.
"A rebel mass" (one over the eight, Rosie?)
Fencing has now introduced bling as "lamé sabres". (Irg) Well, a little too much + tiredness.
"Bears' meals": Honey, apparently, trusting Winnie the Pooh.
Vincent van Gogh hated his body. ("Blames ears").
Pardon? (Notes lack of apostrophe) Oh, I see!
Onyx vessels bearing aquamarine sails ply marble seas
Bless a mare, bishop, to win Haydock race
Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune.
Suddenly we have taken on an astronomical dimension.
Speak for yourself, young man. Just eat less.
And run around a bit for good measure.
I ran around a bit. She slapped me.
You should try to keep away from slappers.
Or you could just turn the other cheek.
Who wants to whack a big bloke's bum?
Was that question rhetorical, or a personal ad?
I am a moderately bummed five foot eight.
[Rosie] SWM? GSOH?
Sleeps with monkeys? Gets sweaty on horseback? Eh?
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