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Pointless - But we'll see where it goes....



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Sun May 20, 2007 9:02 pm
Cpt. Smurf says...



and wood. He came from a forest. That led Bobbymajoe...
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Sun May 20, 2007 9:04 pm
Sumi H. Inkblot says...



...to a big hall with floating cold pepsis with big....
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Mon May 21, 2007 1:36 am
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...ice chunks on which sat miniature penguins who...
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Mon May 21, 2007 1:44 am
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were hunted by miniature polar bears...
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Mon May 21, 2007 2:08 am
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...only to be in turn eaten by...
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Mon May 21, 2007 2:11 am
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...a ginormous penguin with sharkish teeth and oversized feet and...
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Mon May 21, 2007 2:31 am
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... A pitchfork. This was all because......
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Mon May 21, 2007 9:34 pm
Broken Wings says...



the writers on YWS are slowly going insane...
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It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien