The word game!!

soulja-boy

Fat

X-box

Crap

dew

Zoo

Thanatos

mythology

Edda

Yogi-Bear

Pundit

bobo-bear

mountain

bear-mountain

hairy

Bear

lol, it took us 4 posts to come full circle from bobo-bear to just bear!

rug

Chewbacca.

bear-wid-gun

penguins

(as in Penguin infantry v.Bear cavalry.)

cubs

Boring.

winners

Invictus

Latin.

dead

decompose

deliquesce

psych

psychopath

depressed

women

humanity

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On the Bear Grylls thing, I just saw him on telly last night eating a raw salmon etc and I just saw Up! which features angel falls in Venezuala, and in 2005 Grylls attempted to paramotor over Angel Falls...I wonder if he met Kevin?

Anyway its a bit spooky.

Sorry just to be clear the Bear Grylls reference is in someone's sig and I know those change.

Aliens.

Metics

Metric

iambic

Simply(walking into mordor)

lol not really:

pentagram (from pentamater)

Prussian-Iron-is-annoying-o-gram.

gorillagram

Grendel-gram

disarming

SALT-II.

anchovy

Worcestershire.

March

Red-Square.

Beautiful

sweet-thing

Candy

Bow-Wow-Wow [The Last of the Mohicans]

Punk

Prostitute*




*Read Shakespeare :wink:

illegal

murder

Jack D. Ripper.

(From) Hell

Diablo

Baldur's Gate

(YESSSSSS)

Toupee

Caesar.

Bald.

tonsure

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On the Punk thing, there's this ace poem (by this 17th century rake the Earl of Rochester) call'd Mode de Vire which has the immortal lines

"I rise at eleven, I dine about two,
I get drunk before seven, and the next thing I do,
I send for my whore, when for fear of a clap,
I spend in her hand, and I spew in her lap;
Then we quarrel and scold, till I fall fast asleep,
When the bitch growing bold, to my pocket does creep.

Then slyly she leaves me, and to revenge the affront,
At once she bereaves me of money and :yes:.
If by chance then I wake, hot-headed and drunk,
What a coil do I make for the loss of my punk!
I storm and I roar, and I fall in a rage.
And missing my whore, I bugger my page.
Then crop-sick all morning I rail at my men,
And in bed I lie yawning till eleven again.

Now that is a life-plan!

renunciation

Traitor.

round-eye

Slit trench.

trench-mouth

graves

shin [féin]

Distasteful

vegetables

broccoli

giovanni

Mussolini

Berlusconi

heh

Subotan, you son-of-a-gun (hehe, that rhymes :beam:), wipe the drool off your table and wake up! There is no politics in the Frontroom!

Anyway: back to square one: hooker.

pirate

It would only rhyme if you pronounced it "Subotun". Also, Berlusconi's private life isn't politics, it's true crime!

Anyway, back to the game, wench

wrench