Throw something at the next poster!
 

simple game ... do something with whatever was thrown at you and then throw something else at the next poster.

*throws a small handheld calculator*

I handed the calculator to Descartes, but he said he didn't need it, and threw it in the waste basket.

He said: I think 1 + 1 = 3; therefore it is

So I'm throwing that *waste basket and the calculator* to the next poster

I turn the wastepaper basket upside down and stand on it in order to put the calculator on top of the wardrobe. I take a *hatbox* off the wardrobe and throw it to the next poster.

I took the hat box into my garden and filled it with fresh crunchy snow
so I could pack the snow into a freezer bag and feeze it for a hot day next summer when I thought the snow was just a dream. The hat box is damp, so I hang it over the radiator to dry but first have to move the broken clothes airer out of the way.

*Here comes the broken clothes airer -*

Ow! That clothes airer hit me in the head and the sharp bit knocked out my eyeball.

:eyeball:

*Blindly throws eyeball in random direction*

Eyeball lands in pickled eggs, causing me to throw chunks at the next poster.

Luckily, since I just came in out of the rain, the slicker I was wearing deflected Griff's 'chunks'. I wad up the slicker and throw it to the next poster.

Damn! I just put on dry clothes after getting in from the snow! I go back out and put the slicker on my snowman, find Pico and me's i-pod in the pocket, and throw the i-pod at the next poster.

That iPod hit me in the ear, and I heard bells. I hate bells, so I beat the shit outta the iPod with a tire iron. And then I flung it (the tire iron). At the next poster.

Ow! That tire iron hit me in the knee. Not only did it hurt, but it wasn't actually a tire iron...it was a shovel from Gravdigr! So, I toss the shovel away from me to the next person to suffer bodily harm.

Catches showel with a thank you - if we are hit by snow on my way up to Glasgow on Friday night/ Saturday morning, I will personally clear the track step by step now that I know JB is back in the show.

In fact so excited at the prospect that I'm going to change my knickers - fling them out of the window in a carefree way...

I ducked the flying knickers...They went on by, so...LOOKOUT!

Got hit in the face by those knickers... And, now, for the next poster... I'm throwing.....







.... UP :repuke:

FOUL! Dude! Have you no decency? I guess I won't be eating my chicken salad sandwich... *toss*

Anybody wanna buy a chicken salad sandwich? Ugh!! This thing smells like it's a month old!! So...at the next poster it goes.

...ducking chicken salad, dog has that covered, fires accuweather forecast dart toward the next poster.

(chuckling at "forecast dart")