Sticky Thread Game

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stick that!

Originally posted by coquette
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stick that!

Originally posted by Ice Cold

The object is to keep this thread on top of page one. A game destined to fail. 😞

Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
[b]Red Hot Pawn Birth Notice: Miss STG gave birth to twin girls two seconds after midnight New Years Eve. This Single Stay at Home (close to her laptop) Mom and children are doing fine. She's been so busy buying baby furniture and diapers as well as painting their room that she hasn't been able to decide on names for the little girls. She asked me t ...[text shortened]... help this young mother, especially in the light of all she's done for you and me and RHP.
.[/b]

Now we're stuck on page 512.

hoottowhittohoo

Originally posted by gareth cobb
hoottowhittohoo

there once was a man called wo
who didnt know which way to go
he tried all night
but saw no light
yo
yo

wrong thread.

Originally posted by gareth cobb
there once was a man called wo
who didnt know which way to go
he tried all night
but saw no light
yo
yo

So it is, Miss STG's two baby girls shall be named: Sylvia and Theresa Gamely.

Babies always have sticky fingers.

The Fish

As soon as the elderly waiter
placed before me the fish I had ordered,
it began to stare up at me
with its one flat, iridescent eye.

I feel sorry for you., it seemed to say,
eating alone in this awful restaurant
bathed in such unkindly light
and surrounded by these dreadful murals of Sicily.

And I feel sorry for you, too—
yanked from the sea and now lying dead
next to some boiled potatoes in Pittsburgh—
I said back to the fish as I raised my fork.

And thus my dinner in an unfamiliar city
with its rivers and lighted bridges
was graced not only with chilled wine
and lemon slices but with compassion and sorrow

even after the waiter removed my plate
with the head of the fish still staring
and the barrel vault of its delicate bones
terribly exposed, save for a shroud of parsley.

(Billy Collins)

Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
[b]The Fish

As soon as the elderly waiter
placed before me the fish I had ordered,
it began to stare up at me
with its one flat, iridescent eye.

I feel sorry for you., it seemed to say,
eating alone in this awful restaurant
bathed in such unkindly light
and surrounded by these dreadful murals of Sicily.

And I feel sorry for y ...[text shortened]... ault of its delicate bones
terribly exposed, save for a shroud of parsley.

(Billy Collins)[/b]

Fish aren't usually sticky, even ones with heads. The flesh sticks to the bones.