Without means to embarass my friends with a Bubble-Hockey Throwdown, we played Scrabble (and no, those aren't my Camels or cashews). The stakes were high and my letters were craptacular: and later on ("Seriously, ANY vowel would be nice"): Final score = Ben gloating victor, Heidi: shaken champion of Bubble-Hockey:
you coulda spelled 'MILF' if you take the top off that "T" to add a stroke to the "N" and the remainder of the "T" would fulfill the need for an "I" -- You're a designer... you're allowed to take liberties.
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you coulda spelled 'MILF' if you take the top off that "T" to add a stroke to the "N" and the remainder of the "T" would fulfill the need for an "I" -- You're a designer... you're allowed to take liberties.
Oh, come on, Heidi! You can do a lot with those letters!
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