The tuft of feathers on a woodpecker’s head is called his topknight.
I fear this entire thread is all for knot.
Well, you already naught a membership, so why not enjoy the ride?
“When the bought breaks, the cradle will fall…”
Bough down before Zod!
Kryptonite was Superman’s Achilles’ Kneel.
I trained Pancetta, my pet pig, to heel on command.
Sorry, folks, guess I confused everyone by making it too easy.
Bow down before Zod! (Should have left out Zod)
Back in play.
They say the squealing wheel gets the grease.
Yeah, “Kneel down before Zod!” was his catchphrase. I don’t think Zod ever said “bow down” in any context.
In play: Great Green Gobs of Squeaky Grimy Gopher Guts!
I’d play, but my stomach is feeling wheezy.
The colloquial nickname for an accordian is “**quease **box.”
A summer squeeze can feel wonderful to a nude sunbather. 
Are we ignoring that nobody’s answered mine correctly yet? :dubious:
George Burns: Say goodnight, Greasy!
I figured quese was a form of queasy and kunilou learned the song as queasy, grimy, gopher guts.
I learned it as greasy, grimy, gopher guts. So do I win with “greasy”?
WAIT A MINUTE! Now Burpo’s posted greasy, and MINE is being ignored! ![]()
I can’t find any popsicles at the bottom of the deep breeze.
(Happy, now?)
Wait a minute! I played on wedgehead’s “wheezy,” which I figured was just a malapropagation of buddha_david’s “squeaky.”
And, in fact, the version I learned was “gooey, grimy gopher guts.”
Now let’s not get all concerned about winning and losing. We all should be **gracie **winners and good losers.
Edited to add, people are getting upset as if we were paying to play. C’mon people, the game is freeze to everyone!
This is all cracking me up. Wheezy, squeaky, greasy, gooey. While you were posting, I was trying desperately to make a sentence using Gracie AND freeze. All I had was “CheshireKat freeze her Gracie ass off in Siberia.” :D:D:D
I PASS. And I will gladly withdraw my breeze if it helps us get back on track. ![]()
Wheezy grimy gopher guts? 
Much as I try to visualize it, I can’t really free it…unless it’s the noise created by gracious pockets of air in the gopher’s stomach.