Well, it had to be done, didn't it? And since this is both the first and last post, I have won. Thank you all.
Listen, macromouth, you may dismiss me casually, but you will not take the prized plastic trophy that easily. No siree, Bob.
Gee, there's a trophy? Nobody told me... It's not a pointy stick is it? I could cope with plastic.
Hah!...found the back door to this forum while you guys were busy drooling over that bit of plastic.
It's not the trophy so much as the prize check in the trophy cup.
That's not a lot of use. It's made out of rubber.
No, no. Cris means check - an artistic pattern of black and white squares. Quite a novelty for the inside of a cup, but appropriate somehow for RGB. But you're quite right - you can't spend it.
Gosh, two posts in a row - I'm really stealing a march on Aunty Pody (is that how you spell it?) now.
This time of day she is either whittling on her stick or sawing logs.
Again with the window peering!
Now we mustn't make fun of American spelling. At least not to their faces.
And, Jim - the last cheque wasn't made of rubber. Mikey became so rich he left us and is relaxing on his Caribbean island as we speak. Of course, he had to give half to the nameless thread-deleter and mad banner.
851 last time I chequed.
That's odd - I count 852.
853 is a prime number. That's kinda special.
AH! I've been away so long I can't remember what page I was last on... I've missed so much. *Looks around* I'm lost.
...but I still win.
I been wondering where you went...
I often wonder where I went...
Dragonlady! Lovely to see you here! We need someone to lift the tone, honestly. And in response to the above, I wonder if you'll ever go...
What a relief to know you guys are numerate. You'll be able to read the number on my last post.
Sniff! Feeling unappreciated...
Then stop wiping your runny nose on your sleeve! I don't appreciate that.
Look, you're a nice enough person, and it's sad that it worked out like this. Maybe, under other circumstances - well, you never know... But there must come a parting of the ways. You must see that. You go your way, and I go on to triumph. It's the way of the world. It's not you, it's me. I am just born to win. Shut the door on your way out?
Great speech Dez, but as you can see it's not effective.
True winners are lifted up on gossamer wings.
Ah! Gossamer wings - I know all about that. Back on top...
red bull gives you wings!
Really? It gives me headaches!
Men with wings...are there any - um - skirts involved here? And is the colour pink dominant, by any chance?
Lots of bull flying around this topic, Kray, but none of it red. And I reluctantly have to agree with macromouth on this one. Headaches!
Make the switch to Prozac. Works for me and no headaches.