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.
The voices told me I would be winning this thing.
I've discovered that cris' voices came from the National Enquirer
so I win
Chris, the voices told me I won. They are lying to one of us, and I have no reason to disbelieve them.
[Hastily puts tape-recording away] I win!
While listening to the voices your name did come up Jim. They told me not to say anything except "I win!"
hearing voices is not a sign of mental stability
I worry that the prize won't be treated well while you're on the brink
Please don't worry Grunn - I'll relieve you of the pressure of responsibility and take the prize. There! Doesn't that feel better now.
The prize enjoys the company of the voices.
I know - I've given him a set of headphones.
people hearing voices ? must be worldspace, dint know they were that effective!
I understand that one or two of my competitors (mentioning no names) also wear tinfoil hats, as they swear it makes the voices clearer.
the Prize has fled the kakafonie of voices
I've build him a cage of Farraday and he can rest now
Unfortunately a Faraday cage doesn't keep out Maxwell's demons. The poor prize has had enough - he's coming back to me for some sanity. (And he's not wearing a tinfoil hat, either. And neither am I)
We have the voices recorded on an MP3 format. The 'Best of Voices Collection' will be released sometime next month on iTunes.
What a good idea! Presumably it includes the Vow of Silence by the Singing Monks?
They just put up the fence and you're all enclosed. The prize heaved a great sigh of relief to be out of that madhouse. The stories he's told me! You lot are scary. Fortunately, sanity has arrived on a white horse and has recused her little prize-ums.
A white horse pulling a bullock dray? Now, that must have been a sight for sore eyes. The prize wants, and deserves, something more contemporary for his mode of transportation. Buckle up prizey and hang on!
Are you obsessed with bullock drays? Or do you yearn for the covered wagons of yesteryear? Either way, you lose. And hand back that prize. He frets without his mumsy.
On 9 Aug 2010 you said in LOTP:
"bullock drays are what we drive all times of the year. It's really hard to get the sleds through the sand on the beach."
From my reckoning, things haven't changed there :)
I see that our Antipodean friend is a little confused. Quite apart from the issue of outmoded forms of transport, there seems to have been a little misunderstanding about the fence that has been put up. Dez, we're all on the *outside*. Guess why. Lol!
Because you're just not good enough for the inner circle.
@2228 Ah, you Americans! Just like the drop bears, you'll believe anything. Well, here's another story for you: I am the last to post.
You could always try moving closer to the postbox.
Termites must have ate her post. Left the box on the ground. Happens all the time there.
@2231 Perhaps I'll just move closer to you. *glowers at macromouth*
@2232 They haven't yet eaten my keyboard, so I am not at any disadvantage.