Huh? Snore-inducing? ..and here I went and read it twice... :P

I just liked everything else on the list.

The point is for you to add your own boring book(s), Mr Pharao! If you tell me the name(s), I'll add it for you.

Boredom is not in the book, it's in the reader.

Well said.

Ian wrote: "Boredom is not in the book, it's in the reader."

noononononoo

I is not boring...i is just a serial unfinisher of boring books.

Scribble wrote: "I is not boring...i is just a serial unfinisher of boring books."

That's not such a bad thing.

Scribble wrote: "Ian wrote: "Boredom is not in the book, it's in the reader."

noononononoo

I is not boring...i is just a serial unfinisher of boring books."

Yes, but your boring might be my interesting

Your month might be my year.

Ian wrote: "Your month might be my year."

Your mouth might be my ear :P

Traveller wrote: "Yes, but your boring might be my interesting."

My poison is your pleasure?

Scribble wrote: "Your mouth might be my ear :P"

Your south might be my rear.

My meat your poison

Your Louth might be my cheer

*but I have to pay south and rear!*

Heh, or perhaps in this case, your meat my poison?

Your poisson, my fish.

Your lick, my dish?

Your passion is my fruit

Traveller wrote: "Your lick, my dish?"

Is that a spoonerism?

Traveller wrote: "Your lick, my dish?"

Your liquor, my glass? Manuel?

Your manual, my Manuel?

Your fan my tastic

Manuel: But sir, you asked for the car door!
Basil: No, you idiot. I asked for the bloody Carte d'Or.

This darn group is eating my life! :(
Toodle-oo, i'm in trouble now.

Traveller wrote: "This darn group is eating my life! :(
Toodle-oo, i'm in trouble now."

You're right, I'm wrong, I'm here, you're gone

Traveller wrote: "Your fan my tastic"

Your teeth, my tastical.

Ian wrote: "Traveller wrote: "This darn group is eating my life! :(
Toodle-oo, i'm in trouble now."

You're right, I'm wrong, I'm here, you're gone"

I lied, you cried, I died inside..

You're strait, I'm crooked.

You're bent, I'm wicked

You're wickered, I'm tiled.

You're flickered, I'm filed.

I'm famished, you're fed, out-to-dinner, go to bed :D

Just dial MJ to Deflate Ian.

Scribble wrote: "I'm famished, you're fed, out-to-dinner, go to bed :D"

Tomorrow I'll wake up with a sore head, a full bladder and an empty bed.

Scribble wrote: "You're flickered, I'm filed."

You're deflickered, I'm defiled.

It's got to be
The Pilgrim's Progress

Or, as I like to recall it from prep school days "An accounte of ye paffage from the fuffering of this life to the ecftafy of the next ... and back to fuffering again at having to read thif drecch."

I used to be able to write that in immaculate German Text.

I'm getting hold of the Pilgrim's Progress so that i can keep a copy next to my bed for those insomniac hours ...

Now that's a Great Idea!

Pilgrim's Progress lends itself more to parody than Gone with the Wind.

Ectoplasmic Meanderings

Where have you been for the last 24 hours?

Meatspace?

Ian wrote: "Where have you been for the last 24 hours?"

I think we can ask the same question of yourself, sir!

FM Sushi? Sports?

Tell FM Sushi that the internet is a jealous mistress. XD

Traveller wrote: "FM Sushi? Sports?"

I bet you hadn't guessed I am a man of many talents.

Ian wrote: "I bet you hadn't guessed I am a man of many talents."

Consuming one while enduring the other?

Scribble wrote: "Consuming one while enduring the other?"

I'm better at consumption and endurance than you might assume.

I imagine that you must be quite good at multi-tasking

I imagine so, too.