Since he asked nicely...
+ LNF
-1989
Living:
Anomalous - Sutliff - 15
Brown Twist #4 - SG - 10
Luxury Navy Flake - Peter Stokkebye - 5
Golden Sliced - Orlik - 11
Red Virginia - Robert McConnell - 11
Dockworker - HU - 14
Oriental Silk - C&D - 13
Rouxgaroux - WCC - 16
Ennerdale - GH - 23
1989 - Erik Stokkebye - 18
Full Virginia Flake - SG - 18
Rich Dark Honeydew - GH - 15
Bob's Chocolate Flake - GH - 16
Black - Sillem's - 13
Skiff Mixture - SG - 15
Flake - Peterson (Dunhill) - 12
Lancer Slices - F&K - 8
Wintertime Flake - SG - 10
Dark Bird's Eye - GH - 20
Deceased:
Grape - Captain Black
Match 20 - Sutliff
Hogshead - Seattle Pipe Club
Royal - Captain Black
Royal Yacht - Peterson
Exclusive - C&D
Stratfordshire - C&D
Mixture #79 - Sutliff
Aged Burley Flake - Solani
From Beyond - C&D
Pegasus - C&D
Holly's Non Plus Ultra - Dan
Dorchester - Esoterica
No. 69 - Peter Henrichs
Maple Shadows - Sutliff
American Cut Plug - Watch City
Squadron Leader - SG
Two deaths today. The first of these - American Cut Plug - you'd hardly recognize. He's like the extra in the movie whose death should've been moving, except you were confused. "Who's this, again?"
Ennerdale now waits in the wings, dropping his trousers and bearing the "full moon" at any who dare to pass his way. The Brits in particular hate this individual, so he may be only briefly in the limelight, but only time will tell...
Squadron Leader on the other hand, grew too big for his under-sized britches. He pulled an Amelia Earhardt and went cruising over the Bermuda Triangle with reckless abandon. After taking so many shots and carrying on nevertheless, he saw himself as invincible and delved into the great wide open, where he found himself quick fodder and sunk beneath the waves. Funeral services and guns-salute TBD...
Meanwhile, @Servant King and his "ilk," so to speak, were muffled as expected. Sad faces were insufficient, but public square insults did the trick. The +2 votes have lessened, all thanks to the powers of public shame. Certain infidels still remain, but yo-mama jokes are waiting in the wings, ready to be deployed like Paul-Reverian minute-men at a moment's notice, should the need arise.
+ LNF
-1989
Living:
Anomalous - Sutliff - 15
Brown Twist #4 - SG - 10
Luxury Navy Flake - Peter Stokkebye - 5
Golden Sliced - Orlik - 11
Red Virginia - Robert McConnell - 11
Dockworker - HU - 14
Oriental Silk - C&D - 13
Rouxgaroux - WCC - 16
Ennerdale - GH - 23
1989 - Erik Stokkebye - 18
Full Virginia Flake - SG - 18
Rich Dark Honeydew - GH - 15
Bob's Chocolate Flake - GH - 16
Black - Sillem's - 13
Skiff Mixture - SG - 15
Flake - Peterson (Dunhill) - 12
Lancer Slices - F&K - 8
Wintertime Flake - SG - 10
Dark Bird's Eye - GH - 20
Deceased:
Grape - Captain Black
Match 20 - Sutliff
Hogshead - Seattle Pipe Club
Royal - Captain Black
Royal Yacht - Peterson
Exclusive - C&D
Stratfordshire - C&D
Mixture #79 - Sutliff
Aged Burley Flake - Solani
From Beyond - C&D
Pegasus - C&D
Holly's Non Plus Ultra - Dan
Dorchester - Esoterica
No. 69 - Peter Henrichs
Maple Shadows - Sutliff
American Cut Plug - Watch City
Squadron Leader - SG
Two deaths today. The first of these - American Cut Plug - you'd hardly recognize. He's like the extra in the movie whose death should've been moving, except you were confused. "Who's this, again?"
Ennerdale now waits in the wings, dropping his trousers and bearing the "full moon" at any who dare to pass his way. The Brits in particular hate this individual, so he may be only briefly in the limelight, but only time will tell...
Squadron Leader on the other hand, grew too big for his under-sized britches. He pulled an Amelia Earhardt and went cruising over the Bermuda Triangle with reckless abandon. After taking so many shots and carrying on nevertheless, he saw himself as invincible and delved into the great wide open, where he found himself quick fodder and sunk beneath the waves. Funeral services and guns-salute TBD...
Meanwhile, @Servant King and his "ilk," so to speak, were muffled as expected. Sad faces were insufficient, but public square insults did the trick. The +2 votes have lessened, all thanks to the powers of public shame. Certain infidels still remain, but yo-mama jokes are waiting in the wings, ready to be deployed like Paul-Reverian minute-men at a moment's notice, should the need arise.
