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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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So you know its precise birth date, then?
It's her official birthday, I'll have you know.
I fear the worst. I don't fear the best.
My official birthday's in 2003 but nobody's fooled.
I can't be arsed. It's too bleedin' 'ot.
Conservatives collapse, Labour elected, Right Honourable Farage.
Well, now I want that F-bomb displaced off-page...
Happy
to
provide
some
assistance.
If there's one person you can count on...
Then it's that bloke who calls himself Abacus
My pal "Fingers" McLone is also very reliable.
I blame entropy. Always have done, always will.
[Superman] What gave you that random thought, mate?
Rogue alpha particle(s) emitted by kryptonite molecule, probably
Kryptonite's not an alpha-emitter. But booze is.
[Rosie] You're right. Apparently kryptonite emits 'vita' particles.
It's Kryp tonite but what about tomorrow nite?
[Rosie] Blud perhaps? Prediction is a mug's game.
[Pen] I find entropy's an easy woe target.
September, and onward towards winter chill and fog.
You'd think. Still sweaty and wearing shorts here.
This must be a most alluring sight, pen
It's still very hot in Southwest Louisiana.
One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock. Mr Spock.
Hidden textI am unsure if that is 8 words or 14. Or 11. I have now also learned that in hide tags apostrophes do not work. Which means I sound like Spock.
Illogicality is the opium of the lazy mind.
Not if you try and elucidate its structure.
Does the sun know when it should set?
Whenever it gets that sinking feeling, I suspect.
Well, September at its end, winter upon us.
There is no winter coming soon in Louisiana.
The clocks have gone back exactly sixty minutes!
Not here, they haven’t!
They will soon, though.
No they won’t!
They go forwards at this season down under.
Correct! Because the earth rotates in the opposite direction.
Only because you're looking at it upside down.
Bloody snow, the very cheek of the weather!
The freakin' weather here cannot make up its mind.
Finally, my leaking roof is fixed. Touch wood.
My roof is tiles, not wood - so there.
Freakin' rodents in my house drive me crazy.
I've trouble with my mouse too. New battery.
At last the brandy butter season has begun.
My Christmas cakes are still demanding brandy tots.
Drunken young kids have no place at Christmas
As do Christmas cakes that make unreasonable demands.
They serve the Chieftan o' the pudding race.
Is that the first line of a poem?
No way, who'd start a poem like that?
My sources tell me that it's sick Burns
Read the poetry of his cousin 'Chinese' Burns.
I am popping by, just to say "Hi!"
Hi, thanks for popping in. Happy New Year.
This game always makes me want After Eights.
Surely we need a mint called Exactly Eights?
It'd certainly help me with my portion sizes...
Finished a tin of Quality Street. I win.
Is the prize a tin of Quality Street?
Sadly it's not, just Quality Street withdrawal syndrome.
What? Surely one cannot really withdraw from chocolates?
I heard some advice at bellringing practice today.
"You need another handful up your tail end."
Pull the other one, it's got bells on!
It is good to be back in the Morniverse.
Lola Violet's music makes me a happy person.
Parma Violet sweets make me a happy person.
Parma violents! Violent creams! On my shopping list.
Today, is my birthday, Happy Birthday to me.
May your cake be plentiful and candles few
And of course, may you grow old disgracefully
A fortnight (ish) left for profundity in octets!
Well, I had better make use of it.
Indeed! I'm inspired to even deeper profundity. Um...
In the wise words of the old sage:
So long, and thanks for all the fish.
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