Posted by She Who Tracks La Longue Carabine on March 30, 2000 at 11:33:02:
In Reply to: Re: TAKE ME BACK TO 1757 PLEASE - Smoke Signal to The Gnome posted by Gnome Dome on March 30, 2000 at 08:33:05:
: : Dear Gnome,
: : No no no no - you've got it all confused. The buttermilk goes with the fuuu-uuu-dge. The mint juleps are in a class of their own, not to be mixed with anything that would interfere with their glorious results. Poor Gnome Dome, you really are in a bad way aren't you?
: : As for UPS, I think you had best count them out. They're a little fussy about their cargo. However, Miss Marcia has an excellent courier service that employs totally dependable whooping cranes and delivers anything anywhere anytime. I believe their motto is something on the order of "When you hear the whoop, it's on your stoop". We must remember to ask her for their contact smoke signal.
: : She
: Well, if UPS is so picky, maybe I should use Ben Franklin's U.S. Postal Service. They aren't picky at all I hear and will deliver darn near anything.....only drawback is I hear when you try to give them complicated instructions or instructions they aren't familiar with they get all upset, disoriented, stressed and go to shooting up the place!
: Maybe those cranes of MMMMMMarcia's arent a bad idea. In fact it could work out to be a double whammy....they could fly my package of cow pies to Wells Fargo headquarters with me sitting in the thing holding on to his beak.....and kick the clods meself...whilst the crane, who whoops when it hits the stoop also poops whilst it whoops!! That oughta give the financial philistines the gen-e-ral idear of my displeasure.
: By the way, have you had any luck stalking....er, I mean TRACKING that fella in the loincloth?
: Gnome Dome
The cranes sound like a sure winner for getting the poo- -(oops!) point across. On the other hand, we could get The Sassy Soothsayer to help. I'll bet she wouldn't even charge you to do a Swoop-and-Drop Operation. Do it fer the pure love o' mischief! Speakin' o' which, she could conjure up the cow pie cargo without the usual scoopin' and pattin'. No sense in BOTH ends of the operation endin' up smelly!
Now on the subject o' that elusive Longue Carabine, I was just about to load up the canoe and start out on another hunt when Sheriff Twigg and Dweebie and Hector had that unfort'nate experience o' tryin' to share my canoe with a couple o' honeymoonin' bees, and the canoe ended up firewood. I'm workin' on buildin' me another canoe, and lookin' fer a partner to set off into the howlin' wilderness with me. Would ye be interested in packin' yer mushroom and goin' along?
She Who Tracks
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