Posted by Red-Haired Lass on September 04, 2000 at 10:46:43:
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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