General
04 Dec 07
In days of YORE, on the eastern shore
where the shellfish fed the peasant poor
lived a mighty master
who played much faster
than the sunshine dried
the fresh laid plaster
One fateful day
while he sat to play
a dreaded Troll
was heard to say
"Where's my pawn? Why is it gone? Surely something must be wrong!"
"Why can't I castle? This is such a hassle, quit your cheating.. you... you..."
Ah... never mind.
P-
Originally posted by rbmorrisI'm just here to help bro'. You will always be the uppermost toppermost to me.
Yes, thank you Frank.
A true chess hero.
-R
edit - I'm off to wash my hands compulsively and put new tissue boxes on my feet. The (Grammar) Nazis are trying to poison me, you know.
In friendship,
Frank
Daaaaaarrrrrrrrvvvvvvv.....