Re: Found in the cistern...Can't Type

Posted by Jeri on September 04, 2000 at 16:04:00:

In Reply to: Re: Found in the cistern... posted by Jeri on September 04, 2000 at 16:00:14:

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: : Okay, me wee Gnome friends, I'm aware that ye be lovers of the good life and famous fer yer social gatherins, but we need to talk. the Huron Delivery Boy, who might I add is VERY hard to offend, just came up from the cistern blushin' to beat the band. Now, really, I'm aware that there's nothin' to keep me cistern from bein' used as a hot tub for the little people, but must ye flaunt the morals of Mohicanland? the Delivery Boy just handed over to me several wee lacy garter belts, what appears to be a wee thong woven from oak leaves and...i can barely believe me eyes... a wee jar that reads Ye Olde Gnomeish Luve Buttere. Now, first of all, I believe I've heard ye ravin' that there is NO SUCH THING as Gnome Butter. Okay, then what is this? Be ye playin' the red-haired lass false??????

: : hidin her eyes in wee shame, Red

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: Well, I'll be darned. Gnomeish Luve Buttere? The little devils! Next thing we know, they'll be doing Gnomeish lap dances! Magua..each your heart out (..errr..or someone elses. Gotta remember who I'm talking to!)

: ..Jeri

AHEM...that's eat your heart out.

..Jeri (looking for her TYPING FOR DUMMIES manual)

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: : : Okay, me wee Gnome friends, I'm aware that ye be lovers of the good life and famous fer yer social gatherins, but we need to talk. the Huron Delivery Boy, who might I add is VERY hard to offend, just came up from the cistern blushin' to beat the band. Now, really, I'm aware that there's nothin' to keep me cistern from bein' used as a hot tub for the little people, but must ye flaunt the morals of Mohicanland? the Delivery Boy just handed over to me several wee lacy garter belts, what appears to be a wee thong woven from oak leaves and...i can barely believe me eyes... a wee jar that reads Ye Olde Gnomeish Luve Buttere. Now, first of all, I believe I've heard ye ravin' that there is NO SUCH THING as Gnome Butter. Okay, then what is this? Be ye playin' the red-haired lass false?????? 

: : : hidin her eyes in wee shame, Red

: : 
: : Well, I'll be darned.  Gnomeish Luve Buttere?  The little devils!  Next thing we know, they'll be doing Gnomeish lap dances!  Magua..each your heart out (..errr..or someone elses.  Gotta remember who I'm talking to!)

: : ..Jeri

: AHEM...that's eat your heart out.

: ..Jeri (looking for her TYPING FOR DUMMIES manual)


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