Toadfish Monastery

I'm pretty sure a few of the pomegranate seeds were a little fermented, so probably.


The Sibling below me has...plans...for a pomegranate.

Yes, yes I do.  Bwahahahaha.  It is the first step in my plan for world domination.  Bwahahahahahahahahahahah.

The sibling below me has a secret plan of his own.

Well since it wouldn't be a secret anymore I can neither confirm nor deny that last bit about secret plans-- however do not enter the last door on the left or you will be dealt with in a harsh manner....

The sibling below me is now hungry for figgy-plum-steamed-brandy or whisky laced and fired pudding

I'll take both!

The Sibling below me is using his cell-phone light to try to locate the overhead lightswitch.

I'd turn on the lights, but the electricity is out.

The sibling below me knows where it went.

The eels took it, and now they are more electric than usual.

The Sibling Below Me wants to experiment with hamster powered computers.

I tried that once, but the cost of Purina Hamster Chow was too high.


The sibling below me has a different idea for a rodent powered appliance.

Nobody seems interested in the Ratwasher 2000, though. Maybe if I made it the 3000, for next millenium.

The sibling below me wonders if the rats are washed or are doing the washing.

Perhaps it is a rat-powered washer of rats?

The sibling below me remembers the movie "Willard".

I do. I like rats, though, so I thought it was cute. I liked "Ben", as well. My sister had a pet rat. I once wrote an underground comic about punk rats. My Mom gave us the DVD "Ratatouille" for Christmas. It was ratastic.

The Sibling below me wonders if a cute movie could be made about fleas.

My sister was once bitten by a moose.  No, really.  She was carving her initials in its leg with the sharpened end of an interspace toothbrush.

Last Monty Python Post

The Sibling above me forgot how to put slashes through his o's.

The Sibling below me is all ready planning tomorrow's hangover remedy.

Which involves coffee, rosemary, sponges and lots and lots of not drinking.


The sibling below me wonders how many sponges one needs to mop up a drunk.

It's really a matter of WHAT was drunk to get him drunk.

The sibling below me will NOT confuse this game with the Last Post game, like I did my last time here.

That was in your last post, eh?

The sibling below me is a year ahead of me.