tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15263851.post113779724544433162..comments2023-09-02T08:19:01.812-07:00Comments on Brad the Gorilla: Bradopoly Rules: the print-out editionBrad the Gorillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16291838893385970642noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15263851.post-1137822022667683412006-01-20T21:40:00.000-08:002006-01-20T21:40:00.000-08:00Mr. Pudding and Ladyheart, I am so glad that Brado...<B>Mr. Pudding</B> and <B>Ladyheart</B>, I am so glad that Bradopoly is clear and comprehensive now. Pudding is right in that Elvis couldn't play the guitar for toffee. He <I>hated</I> toffee. He only played the guitar for Monte Cristo sandwiches. Also, Elvis was not "fat," he was "pleasingly plump." That's what my mom always says about me, anyway.Brad the Gorillahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16291838893385970642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15263851.post-1137799782916210322006-01-20T15:29:00.000-08:002006-01-20T15:29:00.000-08:00I don't know how I ever managed without these comp...I don't know how I ever managed without these comprehensive rules. This will prevent vicious family arguments that have raged whenever we have settled down for an evening of ruleless Bradopoly. Frankly I'm disappointed that one of the new pewter tokens is an Elvis guitar as Elvis was a big fat, burger munching, hyped up, media spawned, Tupelo tearaway who couldn't play the guitar for toffee!Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.com