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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Saturday, May 26, 2001

The joy of a restaurant that covers the table with butchers' paper is that you can play Mr Squiggle's Doodle and Hangman while waiting for your meal.

I discovered the only way to get thrown out of a game of Mr Squiggle. Turn the Union Jack into the Australian Flag. But I got allowed back in because I turned a random doodle into the Bat Signal.

And the perfect word for Hangman is "quaff". Try it.

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