I am game a-z

Started by Gopher, Apr 16 07 11:07

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Gopher

I am able to relate that I am of a like mind    
A fool's paradise is better than none.

P.C.

I am beginning to think there is a conspiracy to hide my petition.
Sir Isaac Newton invented the swinging door....for the convenience of his cat.

Gopher

I am charmed to know that PC and I now share the distinction of having our own alphabets
A fool's paradise is better than none.

kitten

I am despairingly returning to work now.
Thousands of years ago cats were worshipped.  They have not forgotten.

Gopher

I am extolling your devotion to duty
A fool's paradise is better than none.

PostMonkee @(^_^)@

I am foneticly chalenged but at least i can spel
Jesus, bad waves of paranoia, madness, fear and loathing - intolerable vibrations in this place. Get out. The weasels were closing in. I could smell the ugly brutes. Flee.

Gopher

I am greatly amused by the fact that we have a dyslexic witch among us.
A fool's paradise is better than none.

PostMonkee @(^_^)@

I am highly offended by people who poke fun at the handicapped.
Jesus, bad waves of paranoia, madness, fear and loathing - intolerable vibrations in this place. Get out. The weasels were closing in. I could smell the ugly brutes. Flee.

P.C.

I am in stitches
Sir Isaac Newton invented the swinging door....for the convenience of his cat.

Gopher

I am jumping to the conclusion that you've fallen apart and someone has reassembled you
A fool's paradise is better than none.

P.C.

I am knot answering that.
Sir Isaac Newton invented the swinging door....for the convenience of his cat.

Sportsdude

lets add the ch in the spanish language after the C. ;)  
"We can't stop here. This is bat country."

P.C.

I am learning that SD has no repek for the rules of teh game.
Sir Isaac Newton invented the swinging door....for the convenience of his cat.

Gopher

I am mulling it over
A fool's paradise is better than none.

PostMonkee @(^_^)@

I am naked on the inside.
Jesus, bad waves of paranoia, madness, fear and loathing - intolerable vibrations in this place. Get out. The weasels were closing in. I could smell the ugly brutes. Flee.

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