JanRabbit

I notice that the red squiggles indicating solecisms are missing from mispelled words in reply boxes. Can anyone confirm the absense of those helpul indicators? Thank you.

The sandwich is cold now anyway so it doesn't matter. I do not eat cold sandwiches.

Even when the donner party resorted to cannibalism they took solicitous care not to feed people their own relatives.

a rabbit in a small drawing, not a sandwich. soon please someone.

As you seem to like daily things, you can also cut the wilderness bloodwood trees, which were recently updated to yield more logs. With the best transportation methods it's 2m+/h. You could at least get 1.5m/h from them i think.

gimme a rabbit please someone *thumps foot*.

That was really nice of them to answer all those questions.

I'm going to buy another yellow mexician papaya today :). Can't wait to digest! So excited!

Digesting more chocolate now.

I wonder if it's a requisite that you have to have a mental image of someone for them to be in your dream. I've had a few dreams with people i know of from the internet, but they've been always been people i have a mental image of - even if it's due to only seeing a picture of them once. That sounds like a nice dream :). One of my dreams was where i cooked an internet friend some food who was hungry :).

Whoa. Fancy. I approve.

I'm digesting chocolate, xylitol, and -- maybe -- some liver and onion and butter and spices.

smelling my rabbit after he just ate a lot of cilantro.

What part of the calculations do you need help with? It is pretty simple.

To Pray or Not To Pray, the perennial question on the minds of the diligent, if naive, Runescape Adventurers. So much thought seeped into this question over the last decade. Flowing like boiled noodles of spaghetti from the heads of the players to the Central Bowl, which has filled silently with this excessively frugal concern. But enough! The Bowl is full! It cannot accept anymore of the same, tired thought, anymore of it's myriad phrasings and intonations. No, it has heard them all. And it must end now! (Really, it must: the bowl is filled to the brim with these ridiculous swimming thoughts). So with the grace with which the thought-noodles descended on the Bowl they will now be expelled, each departed to the head from where it came, but with a note attached: It is To Pray, To Pray, To Pray, To Pray. The answer will echo in all the minds, and the Bowl will once again rattle emptily.