“Green. Who'd'a thunk it? I must admit I needed a lot of help. Today I ate the b'ar. Unfortunately I won whilst staying sober. Never again...well not this year anyway.”
“I blame Martin for not showing up and allowing my good karma to work its magic for Sheldon for the second game in a row. I'm also sick and fucking tired of the bastard in Australia - whomever he may be - being allowed to sit there and wait for all the rest of the idiots to kill each other. That seems to have been the theme for the year. The digging out must recommence, but I've been engaged on the other side of the board almost every time. Perhaps it's time for some suicide sacrificial runs if only to put an end to this shit. What is this, 2004? Also, James may have earned karma with his pasta dish, but I think he lost it by insisting on giving me 4 pounds of it in an attempt to slow me down after I asked for only a little bit. I guess we'll see what happens in 2012. I should have stopped playing after September.”
“My fortune cookie said 'you will step on the soil of many countries in your lifetime.' Perhaps I misunderstood the fortune as I assumed I would hold my territories. I didn't though Sheldon may remember how strongly I held Ontario and the Northwest Territories. Next time he attacks me he will ask himself, 'do I feel lucky...punk!' P.S. I hope everyone liked my hooker spaghetti. P.P.S. The Onyx board has a Russia, no Ukraine.”
