Re: *stagger*.........*pant*..........*grumble*.........

Posted by Red-Haired Lass on September 29, 2000 at 14:19:12:

In Reply to: *stagger*.........*pant*..........*grumble*......... posted by The Huggy Merchant on September 29, 2000 at 14:12:26:

: *sigh* "No, it's okay, everyone.......I'll be alright. Despite being abandoned by the French Trader at the mere sniff of an iced peach brandy, I have still managed to fulfill my thought posting duties. But I am rather disappointed at my partner, WoooHooo Dana, she left in search of some steaks for my eyes and got sidetracked. The next thing I know, I am resting in Red's rocker at Bumppos, waiting patiently for those steaks, when who should turn up but the Huron Delivery Boy with a telegram saying 'Gone trekkin'. Et tu Dana? Dear, dear, if it weren't for the little Gnome man, I would feel totally pal-deficient.

All right! What gives, me friends? I step away for a few days, Mrs. O'Reilly graciously takin' up me duties, to help a navigationally-challenged trapper find his way toward Can-Tuck-ee and to meet up with some Cherokee runners bringin' the new shipment of Smooth Laddie Wax, and when I return, what do I find?
The Huron Delivery Boy is nowhere to be seen! Me flowers haven't been watered, the cats haven't been fed, an' there's no one to home to provide me with the requisite post-journeyin' foot rub what's become customary around my humble cottage! Where is he? What have ye done with him? Is he strung up on one of Doc M's "muscle-relaxin'" devices or has Dweebie conked him over the head with a rock? I heard rumours of a "wrestlin" match he was in...trust me, the boy needs no extra trainin' in wrestlin' except fer the "Highland Grip" method I've been teachin' him! so where is he? Unless ye be tellin me, there'll be an embargo on squeezins at Happy Hour tonight...and no Kilt N Clout cream for any of yer fellas that might be feelin' chafed!
waitin (im) patiently, Red
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• Re: *stagger*.........*pant*..........*grumble*......... Jeri 18:44:54 9/29/2000 (0)

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: : *sigh*  "No, it's okay, everyone.......I'll be alright.  Despite being abandoned by the French Trader at the mere sniff of an iced peach brandy, I have still managed to fulfill my thought posting duties.  But I am rather disappointed at my partner, WoooHooo Dana, she left in search of some steaks for my eyes and got sidetracked.  The next thing I know, I am resting in Red's rocker at Bumppos, waiting patiently for those steaks, when who should turn up but the Huron Delivery Boy with a telegram saying 'Gone trekkin'.  Et tu Dana?  Dear, dear, if it weren't for the little Gnome man, I would feel totally pal-deficient.

: All right! What gives, me friends? I step away for a few days, Mrs. O'Reilly graciously takin' up me duties, to help a navigationally-challenged trapper find his way toward Can-Tuck-ee and to meet up with some Cherokee runners bringin' the new shipment of Smooth Laddie Wax, and when I return, what do I find? 
: The Huron Delivery Boy is nowhere to be seen! Me flowers haven't been watered, the cats haven't been fed, an' there's no one to home to provide me with the requisite post-journeyin' foot rub what's become customary around my humble cottage! Where is he? What have ye done with him? Is he strung up on one of Doc M's "muscle-relaxin'" devices or has Dweebie conked him over the head with a rock? I heard rumours of a "wrestlin" match he was in...trust me, the boy needs no extra trainin' in wrestlin' except fer the "Highland Grip" method I've been teachin' him! so where is he? Unless ye be tellin me, there'll be an embargo on squeezins at Happy Hour tonight...and no Kilt N Clout cream for any of yer fellas that might be feelin' chafed! 
: waitin (im) patiently, Red
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