Posted by Old Crone on April 30, 1999 at 12:56:27:
In Reply to: Turnin' Suddenly Left posted by She Who Tracks La Longue Carabine on April 30, 1999 at 09:49:41:
: Old Crone, I think we got a problem here. Notwithstandin' the fact that the molasses seems to be fermentin' all over the place and the bees is swimmin' in the foam between our feet and the canoe seems to be ridin' a mite low under our cargo and the water is swirlin' and rushin' toward them little falls ahead and the woods on both sides o' the river are full o' Indians, now yer tellin' me ye gotta make a pit stop.
: *Heavy sigh*
: Okay, okay, dip yer paddle in agin' and we'll . . . HOLD ON THERE! A PADDLE'S NOT A PINWHEEL, YE KNOW!
: Splash! Gurgle . . choke . . glugggh. .
Yo She,
Blub, blub, blub........
........Old Crone