Intellectual gatherin' gone WAY haywire...

Posted by Red-Haired Lass on August 30, 2000 at 19:44:21:

Well, now, we knew it couldn't last. Here, after three weeks of thrillin' and spiritually stimulatin' intellectual gatherins' on Tuesdays, Mrs. O'Reilly and I were all ready fer an evenin' what required us to use at least part of our brains while slingin' yer cider...I'd even spent the past three nights debatin' the writins' of St. Thomas Aquinas with the Rev. Wheelock and the Huron Delivery Boy in preparation. But what did we find upon openin' the doors this evenin??? why, it's back to pure hoohaaa ye all have gone. At least a dozen Mohicanland women are gathered around the bar as I speak, sluggin' corn squeezins' and Jamesons' and babblin' about loincloths. And we won't even discuss what I saw goin' on back in the billiards room, although Eclair SWORE she was just teachin' one of those wanderin' cherokee trappers some yoga positions. I don't suppose the good Doc M would be wantin' to discuss Buddhism with this lass or anything...well, I guess I'll just shelve the textbooks for now and haul the shoulders of my Wench blouse down a little lower and go back to the old ways at least fer now. I am mighty pleased with the new garments I've gotten from the Highland Habiliment store...so, who's next in line for corn squeezins???
Why, yonder comes that nice Hawkeye...wonder if HE wants to talk about St. Thomas Aquinas' theory of the celestial foot rub...

yours, Red

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• Re: Intellectual gatherin' gone WAY haywire... Vita 20:10:27 8/30/2000 (2)
  • Re: Intellectual gatherin' gone WAY haywire... Red-Haired Lass 21:38:45 8/30/2000 (1)
    • Re: Intellectual gatherin' gone WAY haywire... Thanks for being so considerate Vita 21:48:31 8/30/2000 (0)

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: Well, now, we knew it couldn't last. Here, after three weeks of thrillin' and spiritually stimulatin' intellectual gatherins' on Tuesdays, Mrs. O'Reilly and I were all ready fer an evenin' what required us to use at least part of our brains while slingin' yer cider...I'd even spent the past three nights debatin' the writins' of St. Thomas Aquinas with the Rev. Wheelock and the Huron Delivery Boy in preparation. But what did we find upon openin' the doors this evenin??? why, it's back to pure hoohaaa ye all have gone. At least a dozen Mohicanland women are gathered around the bar as I speak, sluggin' corn squeezins' and Jamesons' and babblin' about loincloths. And we won't even discuss what I saw goin' on back in the billiards room, although Eclair SWORE she was just teachin' one of those wanderin' cherokee trappers some yoga positions. I don't suppose the good Doc M would be wantin' to discuss Buddhism with this lass or anything...well, I guess I'll just shelve the textbooks for now and haul the shoulders of my Wench blouse down a little lower and go back to the old ways at least fer now. I am mighty pleased with the new garments I've gotten from the Highland Habiliment store...so, who's next in line for corn squeezins??? 
: Why, yonder comes that nice Hawkeye...wonder if HE wants to talk about St. Thomas Aquinas' theory of the celestial foot rub...

: yours, Red


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