The answers to life’s burning questions. Like, do beavers eat fish?
On a tiny planet deep in the Milky Way, a life forms pumps its fist and screams, ‘Captain Kangaroo!’
Behold, the power of the human mind as it recalls the number of lords-a-leaping.
Just when you think you’ve got it made, you forget what pickled roe is. Cruel, cruel fate.
posted by upfreak at 6:29 PM
The answers to life’s burning questions. Like, do beavers eat fish?
A young player guesses the color of yak’s milk, and the delicate balance of power abruptly shifts.
The battle won, your vanquished foes are left to ask, how the crap did you know that?
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On a tiny planet deep in the Milky Way, a life form pumps its fist and replies, “Captain Kangaroo.”
Behold, the power of the human mind as it recalls the number of lords-a-leaping.
Goodbye, cruel world. The elusive pink wedge mocks me.
Just when you thought you had it made, you forgot what pickled roe is. Cruel fate.
Life was good until one day you couldn’t remember what pickled roe is. Cruel, cruel fate.
posted by upfreak at 1:23 PM
The delicate balance of power abruptly shifts when the youngest player guesses the color of Yak's milk.
Victory is rarely so sweet.
A shiny pink wedge makes vanquishing one's foes exquisitely sweet.
Victory is rarely as thrilling as when your foes ask, how the crap did you know that?
The hard-fought battle won, his vanquished foes were left to ask, how the crap did you know that?
The annals of history say Charles de Gaulle is dead. The yellow wedge suggests he lives on.
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The world's foremost authority on pastel-colored fields of study.
posted by upfreak at 11:41 AM
