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C'mon, let the dog see the rabbi...
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Closing this game? Surely burning one's bridges in such haste would be described as an ash decision.
OK, perhaps we should put off killing a little loner.
The game merely needs a good purgative. Other than that we should leave it aloe.
I had a good old spring clean a week or two ago. Whilst I did get some professional help it was still quite a draining experience. If you've ever had a chimney weep on your shoulders you'll know what I mean.
Perhaps I also should have mentioned that getting the carpenter and lumber into the bathroom to sort out a few minor issues was quite difficult.
I just sit back and let someone else do the leaning.
You can't beat a bit of sit an polish.
Personally I prefer elbow gease.
Just make sure you've always got a damp clot handy.
You were right. All the game needed was a bit of a pus.
Robin] When does the game make it to a ear?
At the danger of pre-empting Robin's reply (sorry, Robin, I don't mean to seal you under) and considering that this is a computer/Internet game, probably on its bitday.
[Tuj] It tarted on 21 November 2003. If you want to heck, you can lick the "expose all" button and look at the first pot.
Robin] Tanks.
It's looking old and ugly now - should we hag on to it? Or create a new bay game in its place?
Ceased? I sincerely hope not.
I think it has matured like a crusty old pot
I think of it more as an old and much-loved fiend.
I love the darkness - so much so that I occasionally pop up to the road of an evening and spend some time tar watching.
Boris Johnson is too infantile even for the Toy Party.
Boris isn't infantile - he's just on another plane. (Dujon's probably seen that plane while tar watching.)
Any more for any ore?
[RR] We're just arming up. We haven't used up our nine lies yet.
I can't think of one... can I hone a friend?
Being homeless means I don't have an are in the world.
My trouble is that I could never get the hag of this game. Some people seem to have a head for anagrams; not e. So my view that its tie is over should probably not be taken too much to hear.
Maybe one could fin a new application or the basic idea: 'Twas the nigh before Christmas, and all through the Ouse (fee fee to ignore this if it's a hit idea).
[rojo] Do you mean we adapt lies from sons? Or should we just use their tiles?
At Christmas time one should spare a thought for hoeless gardeners.
I was thinking one might progress through the hole pom by Clement Clarke Moore, lie by lie... (thus continuing Not a creature was sirring, not even a muse) and so on.
Sounds a goo idea... may I provide ink?
(Kim) . . . and navvies who can't even afford their own hovel.
Not to mention street-sweepers dealing with the extra garage with only a bush.
I'm glad I don't live in the U.S. of A.. When tornadoes run through the mid-west they have huge ranches land in back yards. Here we just have eaves cluttering up the place.
*sings* - "You say tonadoes and I say tonahdoes...."
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