Zhit, I didn’t realize I was at the bottom of the page.
Aall cabana boys are mine – SBS prefers towel boys, as I recall.
Bother me not with your cabals while I’m, er, inspecting the cabana boys.
Chuckle.
Do it slo-mo please, and play Choral music while you’re at it.
Everybody calm down now - it’s towel boys for SBS and cabana boys for Twicks.
Jeez, who could keep all this straight?
Euphonium or harpsichord?
Frolicking with my cabana boys to the sweet strains of chamber music – okey doke.
For a real violent twist, how about all a-threaders homes being burglarized while we were all too busy posting to notice!
Getting the food orders straight is more important, watcher, and you’ve been doing a fine job with that.
Hash browns and waffles for the cabana boys, BTW.
I’m up past my bedtime – and the cabana boys are calling. 'Night, all.
Jeez, I’ve got to break this fantasy for a moment to mention that the local 11 o’clock news just went into commercial with a teaser for the next story that is even stranger than what goes on here: “stay tuned to find out if Michael Jackson really put a voodoo curse on Steven Spielberg.” Yikes. :eek:
I wonder what comes on a Cabana Split.
Kind of hard to leave without answering – that would be
Me 
Nanna koeeoaddi is going off to read now. You kids be good.
Oh, now I see what an incredibly straight line that is, sheesh. A little pun becomes a very dirty joke.
Please excuse this further “reality” interruption - Now here’s tonight’s big story: Vanity Fair magazine reports that Michael Jackson paid $150,000.00 to an African tribal chief to put a voodoo curse on 25 people on his ‘enemies’ list which included Steven Spielberg and David Geffen, all of whom were to die within some time period I didn’t quite hear.
Truth being stranger than fiction at times…
Qiviut is not a good Scrabble word, but it is interesting.
"Reality" is over-rated, Watcher. The only use for that tidbit of “news” is that it would supply a useful ‘V’ word.
Really though when I play scrabble I use a lot of words like ut, mm, ef and sh. All the better to get 4 and 5 words at a time.
Sigh, I miss scrabble. I used to play it all the time. And I was vicious too. If you played with me you’d never get a double or triple word score. Good times.
Twikster’s post reminded me: the towel boys need some chow, too. Steak and eggs, I think – lots of protein, no risk of post-carbo-loading lethargy. 
Unlike you, I never really got into Scrabble. My favorite was Risk: conquer the world! (Yes, an early omen of my destiny.)
Voodoo that you do, please do.