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.
@1633 You have my number? Gee... not that 16-digit one on the little plastic card I hope?
Yep, that's the one! Don't leave home without it!
Sheesh! I didn't know my "flexible friend" was that flexible. It's just as well I have a small deterrent. An Armalite.
@1635 Hey! I've just found this great leather chair. Just the thing to sit upon as my winner's throne.
Make the most of it. I've got the real throne. Well, I would, wouldn't I, seeing as how I'm the winner. ;-)
@1638 Sorry to disillusion you, but that throne with the cold hard rim and the rattly chain isn't the real throne. I've got that. And now covered in sumptuous black leather, courtesy of our mutual friend as indicated above.
Aaahh... [sighs in contented comfort and lays back a little further].
That, my friend, is a genuine Lane dark chocolate brown office chair made into my personal throne after spending years of my waking life plopped into its gentle, soothingly comfortable support.
It's mine and you can't have it, unless, of course, you purchase one like it. :)
It may not be the winner's throne but it certainly is the throne for the winner.
Here is a wonderful photo of a butterfly egg on a passiflora. You might consider one of these thrones to be more to your liking :)
Pass the Flora? Someone having toast? While you were all sitting on your brains, I took the winner's prize.
Amazing photo, Cris.
Here's your Flora http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flora_(margarine)
I'm taking the winner's prize home where I can keep it safe, warm and comfortable.
It doesn't want to go with you. In fact, it begged me to protect it from you. So I did. Have at thee, knave! (Wields rather sharp stick in a sword-like fashion.)
Best yield that wield or suffer the consequences that only a martial arts master can bestow upon you! You have been lying to the prize to gain its trust, but it knows where its real home is next to the throne.
Better not mess with my doppelgänger.
I would never lie to such a cutesy-pie little millyun dollers. It's a sweetums, and it wants to come home with me. It already calls me "Mumsy".
Pointy sticks trump flailing arms and feets and dopplegangers. I care not for diacritic umlauts. They are so yesterday...
@1645, 1646 I saw off your doppelganger. He told me it was a case of deja vu , but I retorted that he had said that before. As for Pointy Stick Wielder - beware! I am a black belt in Origami. The winner's prize has begged to come home with me - it has had too much flora and sugar. Yesterday is so passe.
Sadly, origami masters know only how to fold paper bags, not how to fight their way out of one.
You shouldn't have bin lookin' at another man's doppleganger, anyway. There's a word for that.
You overheard the prize speaking with me, I'm afraid. In your state of fear and self-loathing you were ready to grab at any straw of hope.
And Yesterday is so NOT in MY posse, motherflipper! (Okay, so I've been watching a little too much of the IT Crowd again.)
When the cutesy prize said "Mumsy, take me home.", it meant for you to bring it to me. I have its bed all made up in its own little safe deposit box.
EEEK! You would put my little precious dumpling prize in solitary confinement??!! See what you've done now? It ran and hid under Mummy's bed.
Ah yes, dumplings. Great with Irish stew - and now it's MINE!
The horror!! He's going to EAT my prize! Oh, the humanity!
Yum! [Urp] Pardon.
I took it he meant your dumpling is great company while eating Irish stew.
@1650 The prize will be in good company with my previous prizes.
But you will have to extract it from macromouth's nether regions first. Now there's a job for the brave hearted.
Can't catch me neither!
How about a little Bump to slow you down...