On the eve of November 14, the Scriners waited with delicious anticipation - they were halfway to their goal of 1,000 posts and so far only one small turtle had been injured in the process.
He wasn’t injured. He always has a frown on his beak.
I decided not to make a grab for 500, but I claim dibs to 905 so I can link my favorite Who song.
Ok. I’ll leave 905 to you.
I’m relieved. I had always imagined that Scrine could proudly say “No animals were harmed in the making of these sentences.”
Woot! Halfway!
If you don’t know what I want dibs on, there’s no point me finishing the sentence.
Keith, of course, should have full dibs on 1000.
I’m thinking Boot wants the magical number 888. It’s that psychotic link again.
If I had the time I’d love to try to create a catalog of the animals that have been hurt in the making of Scrine. Hell, just the ones we’ve eaten has been pretty damn extensive.
Yes, but not actually hurt. Right?
I’m sticking my fingers in my ears now and going “la la la LA LA LA” and there’s nothing you can do about it.
With tags, corralling all of the animals will take care of itself.
An animal was definitely hurt in this sentence.