Well, it had to be done, didn't it? And since this is both the first and last post, I have won. Thank you all.
@2018 Dear me, Dez, that's not very nice to puncture the tyres of my neighbour's car. Even if it does look like mine. You had better be careful - he doesn't like soup either!
You're telling fibs to save face. You're just trying to impress Groningen - who appears to be barking mad at this point. No, I've got you, little insect man. BON APPETIT!
*woof,woof,wafwaf,woohooohoof*
[Dez soup' longterm effects are not so good it seems]
Hmmm...the last woman who ate my soup turned blue and definitely dog-like. I'd say this confirms the theory. As long as there are no evil laffs, I will breathe easy.
That reminds me of the one about the chap who said he used to think he was a wolfman but he's alright noooooooowwwwwww!
@2019 Dear me, more hallucinatory effects of imbibing noxious substances! I'm happy to correct the record - you haven't got me, I'm not little (especially not after Christmas food!) and je suis indomitable, mon petit fleur.
A little flour will thicken my soup, and thank you for that.
Invincible (me) beats indomitable, mon Anglais peu de rose.
I don't think so... And the prize (still with me) agrees!
Does he know you kill small flying things?
No.
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Hmm. It's time to have Gron speyed.
@2026 - Then I shall tell him.
By the way, Cris is pretending to be having computer problems. He has really given up, knowing he can't win against someone of my incredible determination - matched only by my beauty and humility.
@2029 I quite agree, Dez. Oh, by the way, in between watching Gron's antics, I was amazed to see a pig flying by.
I suspect Cris has gone to get some stronger tranquilizers...
:-)
...for you, since you're hallucinating those pigs again.
Well, it's true I might need some tranquilizers. It's that comment about humility wot done it.
Cris! Any spare tranquilizers? No? You need them all? Quite understandable in the circumstances...
Wot you are going to need is morphine, for the hurting that is going to start if you don't return my prize immediately.
Got to catch me first! And that's much more difficult than most people can believe! And the prize enjoys his freedom too. Now, don't be too upset. You played a good game, but in the end, well, age and experience tells...
:)
ah thank you who-ever it was that gave me a dose of medication
I feel a totally new person; except for the dirt under my fingernails and foul breath :O
okay, back in competition Grunn (not Gron) snatches the Prize away from micromoth
come and get it!!
http://nl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grunn
;-)
@2035 I see that according to Wikipedia, a "Groen Transfer" in shopping mall design is the moment when consumers respond to "scripted disorientation" cues in the environment. Anything to do with you? I guess it must be, as you're disoriented about the location of the prize. He's with me.
;-)
I knew Groningen was a city, but are you the beer or the magazine?
Here is the real Gruen Transfer - now with added Gooditives:
http://www.abc.net.au/tv/gruentransfer/
While you were being a smarty pants and waving wikis about, the prize phoned me and begged to come home. I collected him from your place, and he is now warm and safe with his mumsy. He is scared of men who look hairy and toothsome, so Grunn doesn't have a chance, either.
Hello. I bin away. Now I bak.
does i win?
Nope. But welcome bak!
We bin wonderin bout you. You doesn't win, but you is missed.
beer...I'm beer...*hips*
why is that cross-eyed cat sitting in a bin?