Actually Smaug, it is fun Smaug.
I’m sitting here Smaug reading the web, watching TV, and playing Smaug games.
Plus, I can’t Smaug feel a thing!
Where is Nixon?
I do believe Ruby is due by any moment now.
Or Abby.
Or lel.
No, definitely Ruby.
But maybe Abby or lel.
Hey, gum, I bet you typed two :: followed (with no space) by a lower-case p, thus: :
Happy, Happy, Happy – have you forgotten ETF and her annoying habit of strolling through the thread just when you’ve predicted someone else?
Like, say, Lobsang and his Quarter Horse.
Who can it be now? Men At Work
It’s not the future that I can see,
It’s just my fantasy
Oh…Who can it be now?
Oh…Who can it…Who can it…
Yeah yeah yeah
Blofeld: Happy Lendervedder. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Ernst Stavro Blofeld. They told me you were assasinated in Hong Kong.
Lendervedder: Yes, this is my second life.
Blofeld: You only live twice, Mr. Lendervedder.
Eddypenny, is that you?
Happy days are here again
The skies are blue and clear again
There’ll be no more frowns or tears again
Happy days are here again!
And welcome, DaToad, to our humble abode.
Where be Abby?
I don’t know where Abby may be.
ETF, I don’t have a prognosticator first aid kit. Will a prognosticator blowtorch do?
NCB, I hate to break the news to you, but Nixon’s been dead for quite a few years now.
Oh, right, the next poster could be Mearl Dox, but it will more likely be Happy Lendervedder.
lel, betcha prognosticator duct tape works better than a blowtorch for …
ETF
Gee, thanks, Wikkit. I want to hear what Coldie has to say about the awesome signs we made for the dopefest. That’s why I want to see Coldie. Not to be smacked upside the head.
On the upside, I’ve been dancing naked in my living room to Sophie B. Hawkins:
Damn, I wish I was your lover,
I’d rock you 'till the daylight comes,
Make sure you are smiling and warm…
Ambrosia:
Make a wish, baby
And I will make it come true
Make a list, baby
Of the things I’d do for you
Ain’t no risk, now
In lettin’ my love rain down on you…
And Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show:
*They were dancing cross the floor,
Turning, moving back and forth,
They were lovers…
One more lonely night for me
I looked up, what did I see?
Sexy eyes,
Movin’ cross the floor,
Got me wantin’ more
Sexy eyes…*
So, life is good. Now I will (third time’s the charm) predict withaK.
Nixon: “I am not a corpse!”
Atomic Badger Racing
Well, that’ll attract mangetout!
prognosticator magnet on fridge
Ice Wolf
Now, wouldn’t it be nice if Jaade and if6was9 happened to drop by?
Let me look into my prognosticating muck bucket…
Ah, I’ve got a Parallax vision.
Let me look into my prognosticating x-ray goggles. (Hee! I’ve got x-ray vision!)
Funny you should mention the music you’ve been listening to, sperfur. I’ve been listening to Big Sugar’s “So Not Over,” myself. (well, the whole album of Brothers & Sisters, Are You Ready? too…)
*I heard that you mentioned my name
When you were looking round for someone to blame
Well you’re gone now, and ain’t it a shame.
You’re talking about: “It’s so over.”
Don’t say it’s over.
It’s so not over.
Please don’t say that.
(It’s so not over)
Don’t say it’s over
It’s so not over*
Also, I’ve been listening to the Creed album My Own Prison… in particular, the song “Unforgiven.”
Think I’m unforgiven to this world
Took a chance at deceiving myself
To share in the consequence of lies
Childish with my reasoning and pride
Godless to the extent that I died
Think I’m unforgiven to this world
Think I’m unforgiven
I predict Eva Luna.
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lel, come on down!
Nope, sorry… not a vaid word. Nice try, though. 
(hey, it made me laugh crazily for the first time in eight days… not bad at all on that count)
“Capybara” reminds me of when the pastor was doing an illustration for the kids… he mentioned that name, and the kids thought the name was funny.
lel is right… you may not want to know what those are. But seeing as nobody’s told you yet, and you kinda want to know…
It’s something my friend Spoz invented once when he was drunk at 4 AM in an Adelaide falafel shop. He ordered a hot dog, then decided he wanted hummus and BBQ sauce on it. His friend thought he was nuts, but apparently it tastes like “flavor country” when you’re drunk. (the friend tried it and also thought it was pretty good… not something you’d want to try sober, though)
The counter guy eventually wanted a name for these things, so “spozdogs” they became. (since Spoz’s life ambition – aside from making nutty music – has always been to have a meat-flavored snackfood named after him)
Basically: one hot dog with hummus, melted cheese, and BBQ sauce. Don’t say lel and I didn’t warn you. 
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prognosticator storybook in hand
I’m here to tell the tale of a poster, tell the tale of a poster named Sylphishone.
I hope she will continue the tale?
P.T. Smeg– I mean, Denis.
Good catch there, Happy Lendervedder.
Since I was just thinking about him, Speaker for the Dead will show up next.
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