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guts and garters

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Saturday, November 22, 2003

Drinkies and boardgames with the blonde harlots last night, just to prove that there is nothing sexual about all-night Jenga.

(It's a long story.)

Raucous Trivial Pursuit succumbed to anarchistic Scrabble, with the Male not scoring, but having to play only words that weren't in the English language, but that could have a reasonably acclaimed definition applied to them.

My personal favourite? "Robbits". Highwayman halflings. Kneel and deliver. (Not to be outdone by "Vigogreca", a form of wrestling for hopeful Numenorean Kings and Hellenic women.)

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