Wednesday, December 12, 2007

OxWorld

Ok after the stuff thats gone on the past few days i promised that im going to go in a different direction. I will still post front page stuff for anyone and anonymous comments are allowed once again within reason.

Lets take a look at the leagues and ladders i play on. First oput of the gate is http://www.myleague.com/wordsteal/ which i created am the head admin for and play at the site www.myleague.com/wordsteal in the ladder roo0m when its up. Our current #1 is me and we have a very active group for the most part. Right now our site is down so some of us are meeting at hoyle.

At hoyle we play in the comp room which is owned by one of my favorite leagues http://www.myleague.com/_synergy/ Some of the best players in the world have and do play in the synergy league, the current #1 is DorcasA and many thanks to her and the synergy team for allowing us to play there. Synergy usually has a couple of nightowl tourneys daily and you can find laddergames there too.

The next place i play at is a cases ladder http://www.igl.net/fswordox/ which runs in the cases ladder room at hoyle. The current # 1 there is me ;-). They host a lot of variety style tourneys and they usually run in the afternoons est time.

Moving on another league im on is http://www.myleague.com/extremeox/ runs in soc room 2 at hoyle . They usually have tourneys at 8 9 and 10 pm est with impromtu tourns here and there . The current #1 is the always tough DrKate and you can usually find laddergames there too.

Ok last but not least is http://www.myleague.com/interleague/ hosted in various rooms at hoyle its a partnership between several leagues. The head admin is themummykins and the current #1 is me again and you can find tourneys with them every saturday.

Ok thats the rundown on where i play if anyone has any questions or comments email me or post them here cya at the tables!
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Anonymous said...

Hello everyone, since things are going in a different direction I thought we all could use a little humor. :-) Sneakypete68

CHRISTMAS WITH LOUISE

As a joke, my brother used to hang a pair of panty hose over his fireplace before Christmas. He said all he wanted was for Santa to fill them. What they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true, because every Christmas morning, although Jay's kids' stockings overflowed, his poor panty hose hung sadly empty.

One year I decided to make his dream come true. I put on sunglasses and went in search of an inflatable love doll. They don't sell those things at Wal-Mart. I had to go to an adult bookstore downtown. If you've never been in an X-rated store, don't go. You'll only confuse yourself. I was there an hour saying things like, "What does this do?" "You're kidding me!" "Who would buy that?"

Finally, I made it to the inflatable doll section. I wanted to buy a standard, uncomplicated doll that could also substitute as a passenger in my truck so I could use the carpool lane during rush hour. Finding what I wanted was difficult. Love dolls come in many different models. The top of the line, according to the side of the box, could do things I'd only seen in a book on animal husbandry. I settled on 'Lovable Louise." She was at the bottom of the price scale. To call Louise a "doll" took a huge leap of imagination.

On Christmas Eve, with the help of an old bicycle pump, Louise came to life. My sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the wee morning hours, long after Santa had come and gone. I filled the dangling pantyhose with Louise's pliant legs and bottom. I also ate some cookies and drank what remained of a glass of milk on a nearby tray. I went home, and giggled for a couple of hours. The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been to his house and left a present that had made him VERY happy; but had left the dog confused. She would bark, start to walk away, then come back and bark some more. We all agreed that Louise should remain in her panty hose so the rest of the family could admire her when they came over for the traditional Christmas dinner.

My grandmother noticed Louise the moment she walked in the door. "What the hell is that?" she asked. My brother quickly explained, "It's a doll." "Who would play with something like that?" Granny snapped. I had several candidates in mind, but kept my mouth shut. "Where are her clothes?" Granny continued. "Boy, that turkey sure smells nice, Gran," Jay said, trying to steer her into the dining room. But Granny was relentless. "Why doesn't she have any teeth?" Again, I could have answered, but why would I? Â It was Christmas and no one wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying, "Hang on Granny! Hang on!"

My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me and said, "Hey, who's the naked gal by the fireplace?" I told him she was Jay's friend. A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel, talking to Louise. Not just talking, but actually flirting. It was then that we realized this might be Grandpa's last Christmas at home.

The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who had died, who was dying, and who should be killed, when suddenly Louise made a noise that sounded a lot like my father in the bathroom in the morning. Then she lurched from the panty hose, flew around the room twice, and fell in a heap in front of the sofa. The cat screamed. I passed cranberry sauce through my nose, and Grandpa ran across the room, fell to his knees, and began administering mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. My brother fell back over his chair and wet his pants and Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the room, and sat in the car. It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and remember.

Later in my mother's garage, we conducted a thorough examination to decide the cause of Louise's collapse. We discovered that Louise had suffered from a hot ember to the back of her right thigh. Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored her to perfect health.

Louise went on to star in several bachelor party movies. I think Grandpa still calls her whenever he can get out of the house.

2:14 PM

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