Balderdash

Such a kwesschion is beneath my contempt.

Now boys.........try to get along

He will be perverted as well Lola.

How could one 'get along' with a perverted Yorky?

Impossible

ok then don't try.......it's ok with me

Lots of handbagging going on, what's with these 'boys'?

I think that this thread is dying on its knees. I actually think the game Spendius is trying to make us play is one I started in November 2003. I didn't try and hijack an existing game, just posted a new one.

http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=15274&highlight=

I vote Clary the most virtuous and honourable member of A2K.She always plays by the rules except when she feels an impulse and that doesn't count because she can't help giving in to those.

It was supposed to be the laugh. I was chuckling at Clary's post.

She might have been drinking?

so, are we playing or not?

Well, Spendi- is dasher & the word is kini...Whatsis. Ask him!

Well-I was hoping for a few more entries but it looks like I had better wind it up soon.I will.Honest.

That's the way it goes, Spendi-. Once we get this thing going again, hopefully more will join in.

In the dark rainforest there is a tribe which has four shamans which is a lot less than we have because we can afford more.

Their magic only works to bring rain and fecundity and fails to prevent them passing away.When a shaman dies he is replaced.

When a recruit has been selected his first task is to go out alone into the forest to bring back the bark and leaves of a particular bush.He returns after two or three weeks with a pile of this vegetation strapped on his back which is so large it dwarfs him and causes his knees to wobble as he walks.

He dumps this load onto a smoothed surface and whilst he retires to his hut to sleep a team of nubile virgins in shifts pound it into a fine dust with pestles.This dust is then stewed in a large pot with various liquids,mainly river water,for a few days and then all the solid material remaining is removed with a fine sieve and discarded.

The clear liquor is then slowly simmered until all that is left is a tablespoonful of greyish-white powder which is further ground until it is the consistency of fine snuff.

On the appointed day the recruit,after undergoing certain trials in his hut which it is bootless to mention here,emerges into the central clearing amidst loud incessant drumming and wild dancing and chanting and,when the corklinookees bird begins its beautiful song to announce the setting of the sun,a circle of torches is lit in the centre of which he squats down upon his haunches.

There then enters the scene the other three shamans two of whom carry eight foot long ceremonial blowpipes which taper down to short nozzles.
These blowpipes are then charged with the fine powder by the other shaman and a slow dance takes place which culminates in the nozzles being fitted into the recruits nostrils.A frenzy of drums and shrieks ensues which gradually dies away and when all is still and silent the fine powder is blown into the recruit's nasal turbinates with a mighty whoosh and is accompanied by a collective gasp from the onlookers.

This instantaeneously rigidifies the neophyte who remains in this state for three to four days with his body shut down in such a way that his brain is enabled to think through and assimilate all the wisdom of the world.

Gradually,as feeling returns,he begins to shiver and shudder and quiver and quake and after a few hours begins to hop on the spot like a Mexican jumping bean on a hot plate still in the haunched down position,all the while emitting a bird like sound which may be rendered in words as "kinnikinic!,kinnikinic!kinnikinic!".

He then returns to normality and is a fully qualified shaman.

Hence the bush from which the powder was distilled is called the kinnikinic plant.

WARNING.Threaders should not attempt this technique without professional supervision.

The final official result of the competition will be declared over the weekend when I have examined all the entries carefully.

RESULT of Kinnikinic competition.

A small but very select field produced a pyrotechnic display of wit.

It proved a very difficult decision as a mere hairsbreadth separated the runners.

The winning entry was-

"A North American songbird whose song,recorded and played backward,sounds like the English word "palindrome".

George,for it is he,is declared the winner.

No disputes entered into.

Over to you Next Dasher.I'm hopeless.

johnboy settles into the Dashers's chair. He turns off all the buttons and levers and then turns some of them back on. He straps on his tinfoil hat and poses this word:

BANGTAIL

The rules for this game are back on page 1, but here is how it works in brief: Players are invited to pm johnboy with a definition for this word. The idea is to come up with a definition that might seem plausible to the other players.
At the end of that phase of the game, johnboy will post all of the bluffs (along with the correct definition) and each player will select which one he/she thinks is the correct one.
If someone actually knows the meaning of the word, fine. Let johnboy know the definition. But, obviously, googling for it is frowned upon unless you really need an ego boost.
Watch this, spendious. By next weekend there will be 12 entries. Being Dasher takes a lot of effort, but I know where these people live:
Sententa, Clary, Rod3, devriesj, Lola, Mathos, Diane, George, ehbeth, Equus, justthefax, jespah, and, of course, spendious.
I would appreciate your prompt participation as next weekend in the 4th of July weekend. Can we get all of the bluffs in before, say, next Saturday? Slackers will be harassed; johnboy (who is a bit of a redneck from the mountains of Virginia) might even park his pick up in their front yard and tie his hound to the back bumper. Thank you. -rjb-

John-Boy~
I don't think posting personal nicknames is in the spirit of the game.
(tiddy-boom)
OK, Reb, bluff heading south.

RJB, what color is your pickup? You'd be welcome to park it in our front yard anytime at all as long as you leave our dog, Sally, out of the picture and off the bumper. Her tail finds banging on bumpers extremely painful. Just be sure to leave your rifle rack at home or in the trunk.

You have a dog, Diane?

How do you do a PM.I know how to reply but how to initiate one I have not yet discovered.That is probably because I don't particularly think that PMs and their attendant cliques are in the true spirit of the internet.It seems a rather left wing thing to me.

But,having said that,I am prepared to have a go if only to add to the succes of rjb's tenure in office.I am quite cooperative actually and it's all harmless fun anyway.

As I already know what a BANGTAIL is and also that it takes a fair number of words to define it I wondered if there is a rule on maximum number of words as it is a fairly complex concept.

Isn't it good when you put a bit of fizz into something gone flat and it suddenly gets all gingered up?That's what they specialise in at the pub which is where I'm now off to.

Just a senile critter I reckon Lola, probably got fleas too. Why old Ralph has to be sheep dipped once a month to keep the blood suckers out of his coat. Rummaging in the fields, sniffing around hedgehog's, now they are the world's greatest supplier of flea's. Then he catches the odd poacher, sits down on top of him till day break showing his fangs and making blood curdling growling noises. You end up with a demented poacher by the time I get around the estate and call 'Old Ralph' to heel. The poacher usually stinks for a number of reasons. I simply take his gun and traps off him and show him to the nearest road, same one never comes back again. So old Ralph gets a reward of three freshly roasted ham shanks for his trouble and deeds. That big old tail of his starts whacking everything in striking distance. We just say keep clear of Ralph, he's in a BANGTAIL mood.