Honeymoon

[mmeeshal]

Well I don't like the feeling of everything being predictable, yanno? So I kinda pretend there are other options than death.

[reyler]

Well occasionally there are pamcakes, does that count?

[mmeeshal]

I dunno if pamcakes can count

[WWWwombat]

I prefer nonlethal evisceration.

[reyler]

Can meeshes count? Pretty sure I don't remember a meesh in the counting thread.

 

Of course, I do remember there being pictures in that thread, and there don't seem to be very many now.

[Locke]

Multiple Fiddles posts in one day?  Doesn't that break some law of nature?

[reyler]

Not only that, but you just made it four people in a single thread in one day. It's almost reminiscent of 2009, when those of us who were here in 2007 were already bemoaning the decrease in activity.

[Locke]

Bonus points if anyone posts tomorrow too. 

[reyler]

According to my time zone, you just did.

[WWWwombat]

EST 4tw

 

Spamming Fiddles helps slow climate change btw.

[reyler]

And promotes healthy skin and teeth!

 

When I'm not busy forcibly confiscating them, anyway.

[mmeeshal]

There's a counting thread?

[reyler]

It was another picspam thread; I think Danya started it before you were actually in Fiddles. It only got as far as the mid-twenties, I think, because the higher you went, the fewer useful images Google could find for you.

[mmeeshal]

Doesn't sound very interesting to me. *yawns*

[reyler]

It was fun for a couple of minutes. And then Thorum happened, I think.

[mmeeshal]

And I thought I was the fun-killer...

[reyler]

No, you're the mustard killer. Which is okay, because I don't like mustard.

[mmeeshal]

Well I do, that's why I kill it. If I don't kill it, how can I eat it?

[reyler]

*looks up from chewing on meesha's legs* I'm sorry, I don't understand the question

[Locke]

She's asking how you feel about rubber duckies.

[reyler]

If rubber is what it takes for a duck to feel sexy, who am I to judge them?

[elffern]

Its been a long time since I had spam *takes some duck flavoured spam* mmm rubbery, just needs chocolate dip.

[reyler]

Thus spake the ghost of Winston Churchill.

[elffern]

After being translated from 'hurr hur hurr mmm tasty cigar, hurr hur, jolly good hurr fight the bloody hun on the beaches hurr hur. Lemon pie.' as all Mr Churchill's speeches were.

[reyler]

Yes, penguins and stripey socks and all that rot.