Last night I had a dream in which I was playing cards against a ghost.
The cards were all identical and I was unsure of the rules.
Whenever the ghost placed a card down on the table, I would do the same,
and he never corrected me so I assumed that I was playing well.
After a while I realised that the ghost only had one card left and I had several,
so I decided to lay all of my cards down at once.
The ghost eyed me directly, and I was embarrassed.
Walrus Man Think hippy thoughts,
Mon 9 Feb 2009, 15:40,
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Because that's not how you play.The ghost clearly won.
EDIT- oh, and I do like your drawings.
(EDIT- oh, and I do like your drawings.
setimret likes his metaphors mixed, not stirred,
Mon 9 Feb 2009, 15:41,
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Ghosts cannot play snap, their hands are too thin. Walrus Man Think hippy thoughts,
Mon 9 Feb 2009, 15:48,
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Good point.I'll challenge him to a rematch tonight.
( Walrus Man Think hippy thoughts,
Mon 9 Feb 2009, 15:51,
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Should have played SNIP
bilbobarneybobs I'll be 14 in b3ta years soon.,
Mon 9 Feb 2009, 15:42,
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Should have played SNOT
Wobbly Bloke Hello, did I miss anything on,
Mon 9 Feb 2009, 15:45,
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Maybe he didn't know the rules either.I remember a story, I forget who told it so we'll call him Man A.
Man A was sat at a cafe in a train station with a packet of digestive biscuits. Man A was reading a newspaper. Another Man, Man B, sat down opposite him. Man A spots Man B open the packet of biscuits and take one. Man A is incensed, but says nothing and takes a biscuit. He is outraged. Man B takes a biscuit. Man A decides "right, I'll show him!" and takes another biscuit.
Soon a biscuit-eating duel ensues, with neither man breaking the silence, but simply staring each other out. Eventually the biscuits are gone and Man B gets up and leaves.
Man A also gets up to catch his train and spots...that's right....his own (unopened) packet of biscuits underneath his newspaper. He had been eating Man B's biscuits all along.
Being too polite to speak up ends in silliness. I wish I could remember where I read this story.
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Mon 9 Feb 2009, 15:46,
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Man A was sat at a cafe in a train station with a packet of digestive biscuits. Man A was reading a newspaper. Another Man, Man B, sat down opposite him. Man A spots Man B open the packet of biscuits and take one. Man A is incensed, but says nothing and takes a biscuit. He is outraged. Man B takes a biscuit. Man A decides "right, I'll show him!" and takes another biscuit.
Soon a biscuit-eating duel ensues, with neither man breaking the silence, but simply staring each other out. Eventually the biscuits are gone and Man B gets up and leaves.
Man A also gets up to catch his train and spots...that's right....his own (unopened) packet of biscuits underneath his newspaper. He had been eating Man B's biscuits all along.
Being too polite to speak up ends in silliness. I wish I could remember where I read this story.
Douglas AdamThe Salmon of Doubt.
Douglas Adams is Man A.
(Douglas Adams is Man A.
bobzarkoff,
Mon 9 Feb 2009, 15:48,
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Are you certain?I thought it was from Bill Bryson.
Though as it happens I read The Salmon of Doubt directly before the Bill Bryson book I thought it was from.
(Though as it happens I read The Salmon of Doubt directly before the Bill Bryson book I thought it was from.
Quijibo Esq. BSc. May contain traces of nuts,
Mon 9 Feb 2009, 16:03,
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Thats my final answerIt's in this review if you search for "train". The reviewer does say it's like Bill Bryson.
( bobzarkoff,
Mon 9 Feb 2009, 16:09,
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It's......So Long and Thanks for All the Fish. It's an anecdote that Arthur tells Fenchurch IIRC.
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Mon 9 Feb 2009, 16:44,
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That's a good story :DI also remember hearing it somewhere before...
( Walrus Man Think hippy thoughts,
Mon 9 Feb 2009, 15:49,
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A variation of this actually happened to meat Heathrow.
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mofaha ┐( ˘_˘)┌ ʅ(́◡◝)ʃ,
Mon 9 Feb 2009, 15:58,
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Yeah?Well I once had a dream that I went to the bank to get a balance, and it was about what I thought it was.
Absolutely vivid.
I nearly sued my brain after that one.
(Absolutely vivid.
I nearly sued my brain after that one.
Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob,
Mon 9 Feb 2009, 15:48,
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I remember a few months ago I had a dream in which I was sitting at my computer, surfing b3ta.seriously.
( Walrus Man Think hippy thoughts,
Mon 9 Feb 2009, 15:49,
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