Fine, you iwn. I win.
Butchery of the English language stands for nothing.
I shall stand before you all then, erect and upright, and proclaim my victory.
The greatest of fools, perhaps. You greatness is exaggerated like a foot-long sub from Subway.
This thread needs more well-endowed ladies...
Ewwww, Transfat Vegemite-Containing Beer? Honestly?
Well, enjoy that. Meanwhile, I win.
I would make out a "Standard Tom" alias but that's too much effort for a game that ultimately means nothing.
*sigh* So much strife, all in vain...
I'm surprised I like Cherry Dr. Pepper so much.
Summer blues!
There is no try. Win, or win not.
Win, you do not.
I don't understand... on the other hand I don't speak wolf.
I win.
And there's nothing more to say.
Well, we have all had nothing more to say for... Oh... 171 pages or so. I win, you lose.
Don't say that !
I win ! You lose !
(And I'm going to bed right noooooooooowwwwwwwwwwww.........[collapses from exhaustion])
So long, I win.
You're just daft.
For the win!
You still lose.
I'm the one winning.
Okay, Quiche was the last - he wins.
No, wait...
The Very Ratty Mouse Hater looses.
Release the hounds. The Kat has returned.
The Chicken is toast.
The cat is cooked.
The dish is "cat à la lose, with Mongolian radish".
There will be no mercy, culinary or otherwise !
My malignancy - hidden under a false pretense of gnomish bonhomie - reigns supreme !
Ahahahum* [Muhahaha in reverse, Satan weeps !)
I'll take it back gently.
It has been a long time since we met face to... beck, Vicious Chicken of Bristol.
You know the rules of this harrowing game ! SO... fly away from my kitch..., I mean my winning thread !
It's a harsh world. There are eastern gnomes out there. Some are even uglier than me...
*Mirror of Blazing Reflection*
Oh man you set me on fire yet again. Curse you Quiche Lisp.
As soon as you are put out, come see me and I will patch you up. The fee is a paltry win.