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by :FI:Falcon » Fri Apr 08, 2005 7:16 pm
~~~"Ri! I saw 'er leanin' on th'lamppost, 'er 'ead bowed over an' some frowup drippin' from 'er lip. I sallied up an' says, "Aye tart, wanna shag?"
~~~She kinna stumbed forward an' wiped 'er face on me good work shirt an' mumbled, "Go'ah fiver luv? Why, I'll do anyfing fer a fiver!"
~~~I grinned an' showed 'er me gold toof an' said, "There ye go dawl, 'ow 'bout behind tha' dus'bin o'er there?" Her one good eye 'alf focused on the dark alley.
~~~"Oooo! You're a ri' gent you are mate, me lass date 'ad me do it in th' mid'l of th'friggen road, 'e did!"
~~~"Den, affer you dear." I says wiff a courtly flourish.
Yeah that's my kinna readin'
How much do they pay Fen?
F
"He who warned, uh, the British that they weren't gonna be takin' away our arms, uh, by ringing those bells, and um, makin' sure as he's riding his horse through town to send those warning shots and bells that we were going to be sure and we were going to be free, and we were going to be armed."
- The history of Paul Revere's
midnight ride, by Sarah Palin.