the person above me's comment will not be counted because he did not follow the rules of the game... :)

The *scoff* person above me should be careful about the names he slings around.

The person above me went easy on the person above the person above me, who, quite apart from being tasteless, doesn't appear to realise that whatever rules may or not exist in this thread are quite beside the point! And the point is this: I made a jam slice last week and it was nice. Phear my newfound culinary prowess! *bakes the person above the person above me into a meringue and offers to share*

If the person above me had used as an ingredient anyone other the the previous person above me, I might have been tempted to sample her meringue (lessin' it were loki cause ain't no amount of baking can burn off his cooties)

Once my sister made brownies with cocoa that was ten years out of date. I'm not exaggerating by even a day. They tasted like vomit. Actually they tasted like the aftertaste of vomit. Anyway to cut a long story it turns out the artificial sweetener was the problem so the cocoa might even have been okay.

 

And will you please have a taste of my meringue? It needs eating.

The person above me... loses?

 

 

The person above me loses!  :o

Goddamn. Had too many threads open at once and forgot which one I was in. The person above me gets a prize ... I added strawberries.

the person above me just pokes someone... :D

The person above me needs something as well...

The person above me wants me to eat my own soul

the person above me is correct.. ;D

the person above is yellow on all counts, except for the cheese gland under his/her/its/their right eye orifice thingy which is green and mouldy.

 

and person , not necessarily directly but called revel, above, you called?

the person above me writes erotic literature for children....

The person above me is correct! ;D

the person above me shall be banned to the chamber of smelly tea bags for not introducing me to his pet mouse whiskers.

 

...if he has a pet mouse whiskers, which i assume he does.

the person above me thinks he can pull the sword out of the stone,

 

but he'll need to eat a lot of sprouts before he can do that

to the person above me...And Spinach!

 

*starts whistling Popeye theme song*

The person above me is trying to buy friends.

The person above me should watch where she puts her hands.

the person above me needs to go to a mental hospital... :-\

The person above me is about to be dragged...

 

*drags Jelly to mental hospital*

 

 

Person above Jelly is so young and strong!  Able to handle a Jelly single handed!  Such bravery!

 

* person above Jelly throws out chest, head gradually swelling *

* Gramps thwaps person above Jelly between the lookers with a two by four *

 

TTTTTTHHHHHHHWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!

 

Run, Jelly!!!

 

RUN!!!

:o

:o

:o

The person above me hasn't specified a flavour  :-\

The person above me has hit upon one of my pet peeves with American English. The word jam is just sitting around minding its own business. Why can't they just use it instead of knocking another word out of place and inventing one to cover it?

 

But they can keep their confusion over the word 'fanny' because it has provided me with much raucuous humour.

What's confusing about the word fanny is that in that crazy little corner of the world it is thought to be gender neutral  ;)