A Modest Proposal: The Thread Hijack Drinking Game [vanity]

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[NicknamedBob]

This could well be the proverbial “room full of rocking chairs”.

The cat is in the corner.

[Monkey Face]

And a purrfect cat-sized window to sleep in!

[Monkey Face]

*tagline*

[Tax-chick]

Excellent point. He looks wary, too, as if his food bowl is a long way off through hazardous territory.

[NicknamedBob]

The cat should read up on the stories of Louis L’Amour, who constantly advised travelers to watch their “back-trail”.

[Monkey Face]

I like his stories much better when they have been made into movies. I actually really like Westerns, but I don’t like to read them, for some reason. Just watch the movies.

I’m the same way with sci-fi, though I have to say, yours have just a bit of a twist and are easy for me to imagine.

[Tax-chick]

Bob’s stories have “just a bit of a twist”?

Give yourself an Understatement Award!

We gave the dragons a bath. They both feel better now.

[Monkey Face]

OK, so I’m twisted. My bad! LOL!

I’m going out the see if the sprinklers have been shut off. Otherwise, the table at the ramada will be soaked.

[NicknamedBob]

"Bob's stories have "just a bit of a twist"?

Give yourself an Understatement Award!"

And you gals haven't even read "Daybreak".

[Tax-chick]

I think I’m probably too delicate.

Phoop. I can’t find my Liturgical Year 2106 bilingual missal. It was here!

[NicknamedBob]

“Daybreak” is all about delicate. But still not without a small twist.

You would enjoy it. Only 8800 words.

[NicknamedBob]

"Phoop. I can't find my Liturgical Year 2106 bilingual missal. It was here!"

In the year 2106, we will have been two years into having had our first Leap Day after the short interruption of 2100, which is NOT a leap year.

Mark your calendars.

[Monkey Face]

So how do I get “Daybreak?” Only 8800 words? I can read it during my nap time. Oh. Wait. I can read it during my down time. ;o]

[NicknamedBob]

So how do I get "Daybreak?"

Check your mail. Not your FReepmail, your other mail.

And note that I spelled that "mail", and not any other way.

[Tax-chick]

I’m all about planning ahead.

[NicknamedBob]

Moi aussi.

[Monkey Face]

You mean “mail” is spelled another way? How odd...

So when should I check my MAIL?

[NicknamedBob]

Well, first, check your FReepmail. Then we’ll do some updating.

You’d be surprised how far back my records go.

[Monkey Face]

When we lived in Olympia, WA, we went to dinner at a place on the Olympia River. I don’t recall the name, but they sold T-shirts with a black rendition of a train in the background, being too heavy for the tressel over the river...it keep going...down into the river. Two men in top hats were watching it in the foreground, and one said, “oh, sh!t” in small letters.

Obviously, it was very funny to me, because I HAVE to plan ahead as much as possible. My bad.

[Tax-chick]

Afternoon. The baptism ceremony was very nice. There were seven or eight children (they kept moving around) from families who attend an elementary school in the slums of Charlotte where our parish has a mission.