Actually, I get stuck on a lot more than “why” in this game, leading me to conclude that my brain is now officially A Vestigal Organ, as in, “organs or structures remaining or surviving in a degenerate, atrophied, or imperfect condition or form, just like Bonnie’s brain.”
My score was 10.
not gonna do it… my will is strong….
plus I have an extra child today and were headed to Six Flags so I am being forced off the computer as we spea…….k
Awwww…now why did you show me that link. There goes 20-minutes! 😉
Clever chica…I tried and only got 12K.
Ciao bella…enjoy!
At last, I am able to access your blog from the Heartland. I had to use my mother’s neighbor’s computer because the Middletown library(or more likely the Ohio libraries’ Internet service) blocks Ballpoint Wren. When it happened the first time, at the Trenton branch, I suppressed a “WTF???” and asked the librarians (standing right behind me) what the blocked access meant. They hadn’t a clue. Now I don’t have time to visit the game you offered today … anyway the neighbor’s on dialup. So slooooooow! Back at the library, I giggled at someone else’s blog this morning and caught one of the desk jockeys craning her neck to see what page was displayed.
Gee, Bonnie. How does it feel to be banned in Ohio?
60: Only 10? Teri, only 12K? Heck, my brain isn’t as bad off as I thought.
Have fun at Six Flags, Dennie. But won’t it be too hot?
Georganna, what a great tag line that would be: “Banned in Ohio!” I wonder what that’s about? I’m not exactly the type that gets banned.
Maybe the word “bosoms” (up there under the Columns section) is what did me in.
No No and double NO! I will not let you subject me to this game.
Ok, maybe one go :o)
This is Texas – it’s ALWAYS too hot – and there were NO lines since it was so hot – I think it was 103 when we left the park – man oh man
That’s what I figured, Dennie. In all pictures of me taken when we lived in Texas, I look like I’m partially melted.
Michelle, you know you want it!
You’re my hero. I got 0. Zero. Zip. Nada. And I burned my dinner trying.
Mimi and I got stuck on GIPS. What the heck is that? Maybe it’s a derogatory slang term for gypsies, used only in the 12th century in the little Welsh hamlet of Fgdhsjgrhoej. Drat. I should have gotten that one.
You guys are brave! I only stayed with the three-letter words.
Dave has great experience with four letter words. Heh.
We went to five after GIPS and actually won it…Miracles never cease!