Bah, in my day we had to unload the shucklage with pitch-forks. The whole village would turn out for the deschucklaging, like we used to say, and it was a long hard day, but it was worth it for the deshucklage ball that night.
And as for the schucking itself, well we had to do that by hand, and a terrible job it was. One time even old Father Murphy lost his temper with doing it and had a holy shucking fit.
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Shut up and hug. MoreThanPretty, Nov 5, 2008.
Just because I'm nominally polite, does not make me a pussy. Sundae Girl.
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