Fire in da hole

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Date: 10/19/97 10:01 AM Pacific Standard Time
From: JAMESDANDY

'Wee Paw what da 'ell be dat smell.....james saunters to the door and takes a long sniff in the air.

"Dadgumit!!!! I left that ole pot of possum stew on the fire at the arenie!" I sure hopes the place tain't burnt ta the grounds. That ole fisher feller will be just a yammerin ifin it is!!.

"Whoa mama...I'd be havin a hole lot of folk madder that a wet ole hen....ifin it is."

;;James hobbles on down to the arena to see the smoke bellowing out the winder....quickly he picks on a rock and tosses it through the winder and climbs in. As the smoke rolls out he wanders around till he finds the pot and whats left of the possum stew:

"Dadburnit...that stuff stainks!" Smells almost like candi's cooking....kinda reminds me of home!

I better get rid of this har stuff and clean the place afore anyone...gets here. All I needs is fer them dueling folks ta get ta bein a bit taddered.....and life would be just a hunkerin about here for the likes of me! :snickers:

:: James works the evenin ta clean the place up and runs to place the burnt pot of possum stew near the door to the home of RDI Fish.::




James DandyWarlordie in the DoS~Let's get'r done!!~~Jim Dandy to the rescue~

[DoS Archive]

Date: 11/1/97 6:50 PM Pacific Standard Time
From: NoeIle 34



::strolls along the cobblestone walk, humming a soft tune. She pauses momentarily near the arena and sniffs the air, her delicate senses assaulted by a vile smell. Heavy with child and feeling suddenly ill, she rushes past the structure, holding her softly scented lace edged handkerchief to her regal nose, mumbling:: "Tis that damn southern man and his God-forsaken road kill cuisine, again!"