The premise is still the same. I took a tiny portion of a photograph of… something… and you have to guess what that something is. There is a twist to this new version of the game… technically, right now, there are two twists, because I am not going to tell you what the twist is until I do the answer post to this one, and show you the full picture.
Now, what the heck is that?
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Whatever it is, it doesn’t look much like the ‘send Lucy a doughnut game’…
Trump has suspended the exportation of all domestic donuts to countries that have any Muslims in them… sorry…
This. Is. WAR.
I will open the castle gates for you… but don’t let your men wear the red coats this time… too showy. And red is his color. It would be confusing.
Aha but he might think we are fans coming to congratulate him on his great victory! Or – I shall bring a lady army and we shall distract him with our boobs before vanquishing him completely.
When he reaches down, chop off his hand… quickly…
No – slowly with a spoon. That’ll learn him.
he has bodyguards…
Do they like boobs?
probably
A spoon related death for them too, then. Not for liking boobs, just because.
well, they will die happy… not quickly or painlessly… but happy.
I am a fair woman, even in battle.
fair of face and form, a fair maiden, a maiden fair…
Yes, that’s me!
yup
Good god will someone please send this girl a doughnut!!!!!
that better not be a euphemism!
What else could it possibly be?!?!
you know, you could just bring her a donut… and say it was from me…
Hmmmmm…it’s a theory…
that is all I ever have
I thank you, dear Mr Babbage! At last, a gentleman on the scene.
I like to think so; Arthur asked whether it was a euphemism! I told him how dare he, Lucy is a lady!
Quite right too! A doughnut is a doughnut whichever way you look at it. Arthur has the mind of a randy old fox.
I will have you know that I never dishonour a lady… or a fresh baked good…
What about fried goods?
You think you can teach an American anything about fried foods? HA!
Good point!
yup
Well that’s what I like about him.
I like his moustache.
Me too, I like the way it feels against my perineum…we are emailing privately still aren’t we?
I am getting all these out of context and without being able to read the ends of them… so…
That’s sort of the idea…it made me laugh anyway, and that’s the most important thing!
I miss when we did this on the comment world record post… sigh
Invite us all to a party there!
I will do a post reminding people that it is there.
I will aim to head over and just randomly comment to a few people…
I will do the post now
Oh yes, this is completely private. Tell me all the details at once.
Well, it involves butter obviously, we’re not animals- wait a minute! This isn’t private! You tricked me you foul temptress!!!!
Foul is a bit harsh – I have had a shower.
I know, I saw it on the live feed, my sincerest apologies.
I will be foul again by teatime, though, I’m sure.
It’s a dirty job, but someone’s got to do it.
but do they?
No, no they don’t.
I thought not
I cry foul!
Like a chicken! Or a rooster.
squab
sincere means ‘without wax’ in Latin… look it up
Why would I need to when you have told me…
wow… you remember that? I hardly remember anything anymore.
Why would I need to when you have told me…
well… keep reminding me of stuff.
I stood up for you
I thank you very much! Chivalry is not dead.
It is living under an assumed name… in Zanzibar
I wonder what the assumed name is. I bet it’s Martin.
Well it ain’t Donald!
HA!
I was rather proud of that one
So you should be, old bean.
where does that expression come from exactly?
I don’t know, but it is very useful. No word on young or new beans, but old beans are apparently things to be revered.
but what kind of beans???
I always thought baked beans.
I am half baked
Which half?
the warm half
So half is still raw?
oh yeah
I think I like the raw bit best.
It’s like sushi… only not quite as fishy…
That is very good to know.
yeah it is
she isn’t foul… but the temptress thing… yeah…
yes, do go on…
… … … …
…ooo000ooo…
yeah… that’s what happened… not…
I trust you sent this reply to her?! I wouldn’t want to get away with anything…
I have no idea if I did or not
I am still working on my master plan to get you fresh pastries… but, once again, that Babbage fellow steps to the fore and steals my thunder!
Well – he hasn’t actually come up with plan. He might be bluffing.
I do too
The cad! And I languish here with no baked goods. It is a travesty.
Because he is lazy and shiftless and won’t follow the plan.
Pah.
Whinny the Pah