Re: The Ark in the D'ark

Posted by Jeroboam Jones on September 16, 1999 at 19:28:09:

In Reply to: Re: The Ark in the D'ark posted by Old Crone on September 15, 1999 at 20:47:38:

: Help! Help! Yo Help!
: I woked up this mornin' ta find some spear-totin' French gal stole my wattle hut fer her houseboat. What am I gonna do? My beautiful, fine home is floatin' away and me with it. Help!
: Old Crone

Miz Crone,

Hit's me, Jeroboam. Now don't go gettin' testy and puttin' me in jail agin. T'aint my fault. I had too many o' them rum libations at Bumppo's an' woke up with a sore head and sour stomach on the good ship "Mahala." I bin right across the North Atlantic Ocean, south to the Indees, then right round to Montevideo. We hightailed it back 'coz o' that big blow in the Atlantic. An' I hope the Good Lord an' His Angels protect all the good citizens of Mohicanland who are in the path o' that evil storm.

Miz Crone, I'm right sorry to hear about yer house. Here I come with all these yerbs an' spices an' fine lace fer ye, an' I hear yer house is settin' sail fer parts unknown. I aim to help ye build a new place, an' Miz Crone (hehe), how's about if I wattle yer daub, so to speak...

Yer faithful servant,

Able (hehe) Seaman Jeroboam Jones

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: : Help! Help! Yo Help!
: : I woked up this mornin' ta find some spear-totin' French gal stole my wattle hut fer her houseboat.  What am I gonna do? My beautiful, fine home is floatin' away and me with it.  Help!
: : Old Crone

: Miz Crone,

: Hit's me, Jeroboam.  Now don't go gettin' testy and puttin' me in jail agin.  T'aint my fault.  I had too many o' them rum libations at Bumppo's an' woke up with a sore head and sour stomach on the good ship "Mahala."  I bin right across the North Atlantic Ocean, south to the Indees, then right round to Montevideo.  We hightailed it back 'coz o' that big blow in the Atlantic.  An' I hope the Good Lord an' His Angels protect all the good citizens of Mohicanland who are in the path o' that evil storm.

: Miz Crone, I'm right sorry to hear about yer house.  Here I come with all these yerbs an' spices an' fine lace fer ye, an' I hear yer house is settin' sail fer parts unknown.  I aim to help ye build a new place, an'  Miz Crone (hehe), how's about if I wattle yer daub, so to speak...

: Yer faithful servant,

: Able (hehe) Seaman Jeroboam Jones


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