underwhere

The frog needs to learn the definition of a comma splice. Until then, underwhere is winning.

You expect me to believe anything a talking and typing frog says? If I did, I would be the one going coocoo. Instead, however, I am winning. It matters not how I spell words.

Rani, you do know that frogs live in the pond, and also go to the bathroom in the pond. Who would want to live there? I sure don't, so I don't understand at all why freswith would want to live in a place where his own feces exists. In any event, freswith is still coocoo, because I said so. That is reason enough for underwhere to take the win.

Why are you so eager to turn St James Park Lake into a massive pile of cement? When I drained the lake the last time, you insisted that you needed it to live in and survive. Now you pour cement into it? Given that freswith is now certifiably coocoo, and I am still in possession of the win, underwhere wins. As for you, cheap plant, better luck next time. And Rani, who do you think you are assigning the win to somebody else? Don't you know you are supposed to try to win by making the last post in this thread? Clearly not, which might explain why you lose, and underwhere still wins.

underwhere scratches his head. "How did that demand note get there? I didn't put that there! It must have been....Officer, please! I can explain! It's that dastardly freswith up to his old tricks again! You can't tell me you are going to just let him win when he is the culprit here, and I am but a poor victim!" "Very well," the officer replies. "You are most certainly correct, but freswith has also bribed me to not let you win." "How much did he bribe you," I inquired. "It was a great deal of money. Unfortunately, when I went to deposit his check, the check bounced, so I don't feel obligated to him in the least." "And what of this demand note?" "You are correct. freswith set that for you also. Given the troubles it has put you through, frankly speaking, I think you deserve the win." "Thank you, officer. It is an honor to take the win." Having acquired the win legally, underwhere shouts out, "YEEHAW!" before running away and settling into his easy chair in his hermetically-sealed personal bunker underneath St James Park Lake, the win still in his possession.

I think I found your next target, astrodiaper. Having placed an archery target on the back of astrodiaper's shirt, I then take my bow and shoot an arrow directly hitting the bulls eye of the target. No worries. Its just a stunning arrow, but it is enough for me to win.

Bonsai, now you are just being silly. After all, everybody knows it is not whether you win or lose. It is whether you win! underwhere wins!

My posterior having now been quenched in St James Park Lake, I casually walk over to freswith and, using that posterior, sit on top of freswith and let out a long and stinky fart.<br /><br />You were correct about one thing, frewith. I am still the winner.

Pity that both werewolf biscuits and dog biscuits are made out of fried frog. I believe it is frogs which are gullible, particularly since it is not wise to be relaxing in an armchair by the fire as an ember escapes, setting the armchair on fire. underwhere wins.

It has become apparent to me, sir freswith, that the problem with frogs is that they can not read.

Oh dear.

See, it was only a red carpet because freswith was bleeding all over it, which appalls the crowd, an in unison, they all attack freswith with the ultimate goal of taking the trophy from him.

I once heard it said that the art of being a good diplomat is to tell somebody to kiss you in the ass and have them thank you for saying it.

Checkmate!

As pawnshop owner, I willingly trade you a bacon cheese burger with no lettuce for the trophy, and then lock the trophy in the safe underneath my store.

You can not win with only a single simple word, Rexx.

The Prince of Wales holds no authority in the House of Commons.

The things you do for England?

Sir frog, have you learned nothing yet about my use of literalism?

that in a Chinese accent!

Good thing I brought my battery-operated electric chain saw.

When I walked away, I walked away with the game. Therefore, underwhere wins.

Bah!

Gosh, I wish I was one of those political stooges instead of needing a healthcare system to decline to treat any of my medical woes.