I know where I am - Page 6

Trilby · 11-30-2009, 05:19 AM

the cow is bored.

Gravdigr · 11-30-2009, 07:24 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by limey

One of the Visitors covers his eyes with his hands and nervously reaches for the hand of the other Visitor ...

The gravedigger thinks to himself: Is them two fellers a-holdin' hands?

regular.joe · 11-30-2009, 09:40 AM

The man turns back to the odd crowd, and leans his back up against the bar. Turning his head to survey the group, taking a long drink of ale. He begins to speak, "I did not come here tonight to move furniture my friends. Come Gravedigger, quiet your mood, let me buy you a pint. Sit with us and tell us what is truly on your mind. What is it that drives your crazy eyed ranting?"

Cicero · 11-30-2009, 11:06 AM

The loyal dog walks away from the visitor after it is assured of no real conflict by the gravedigger. The roaring fire and scraps of food that fall to the ground are now back at the top of the priorities....The loyal dog lays in full flush, with a small sigh, in a heap by the fire-eying the gruel being served to the visitors, hoping a spot of lamb will hit the floor.

limey · 11-30-2009, 02:04 PM

Still anxiously watching the conversation not unfold in the bar, and holding hands, one of the Visitors drops his entire bowl of gruel on the floor! The bowl smashes and gobbets of lamb are spattered not-so-liberally around the Visitors'* feet.

* Extra brownie points for ultra correct apostrophe usage, please!

Gravdigr · 12-02-2009, 05:48 AM

The gravedigger turns his back to the group. He picks up his Wild Turkey and water with both hands. And, as an uncontrolled shiver wracks his entire frame, he mumbles something almost incoherently, something about a capybara...

jujuwwhite · 12-02-2009, 05:57 AM

The tart searches frantically for a clean towel and rushes to the spill surrounding the Visitor's feet. She was almost glad for the interruption of the conversation that she was dreading to witness. Feeling some of the tension of her stomach relax she began to clean up the mess scattered on the floor trying to get it up faster than the dog could lap it up.

limey · 12-02-2009, 09:16 AM

Simultaneously, as with one mind, The Visitors kick the tart in the bum ...

Cicero · 12-02-2009, 03:14 PM

....shoving the tart into the hound who moves slightly but regains quickly as it has found a large piece of lamb attached to a bone. The loyal dog marches triumphantly away with the dripping bone in its mouth, back to the fire. It watches the gravedigger with his back turned, suspiciously, while lapping up the juices on the lamb chop, delicately.

Queen of the Ryche · 12-02-2009, 03:39 PM

And in the cool of the moonlit evening, the Queen srtrolls pensively through her pristine garden.....
But wait! She notices something awry!
"What is this? Has one of my prized roses been plucked from my very own garden, unbeknownst to me? Who would dare do such a thing? And why? I will dispatch a messenger to the inn to listen for tales of a rose thief....."

jujuwwhite · 12-03-2009, 07:52 AM

The Tart tumbles to the floor and out of instinct reaches for the blade attached to her firm thigh but quickly regains composure as she rethinks her actions. Instead, she seductively rolled up into the sitting position and winked to the Visitors who had so rudely kicked her in the bum, and sweetly remarked, "takes a better man than you to keep this ole tart down for long." With a smirk, one of the Visitors wink back and then turns his attention back to the gravedigger.

capnhowdy · 12-03-2009, 11:22 AM

Meanwhile, unable to sleep, The Priest tires of the tossing and restless turning and gets out of bed. As he walks by the window he glimpses movement out in the wooded area across the lane. Peering deeply he spots the outline of someone in the woods. "not someone..." he mutters to himself. "That is the Hairy Beast"! He scrambles for his clothes and decides to hurry to the inn to warn the others, hoping not to find trouble there as well.

ZenGum · 12-03-2009, 06:04 PM

The Queen rings for a servant, and a flusterd lackey appears promptly.

"Send for my guards!" she orders. "I have a task for them".

Queen of the Ryche · 12-04-2009, 01:29 PM

And the Queen commanded the servant, "Tonight whilst on my moonlit stroll, I sensed something awry in my beloved garden. And lo and behold, a single rose pluck'd from 'neath my very nose. Dispatch my wiliest guards to the village, to discover the rogue who darest cross me! Command them bring him to me post haste!"

ZenGum · 12-04-2009, 10:42 PM

The guards, having been to the village inn many times, buckle daggers in discrete places inside their clothing, take some stout staves, and set out across the countryside, where the waxing moon peeps through the swirling mist.

Faintly through the night air they hear a long, mournful howl, too wild to be human, but too haunting to be an animal. Both guards tense as the sound chills their bowels and raises their hackles.

"Fear not" says Brutus, the elder of the guards. "'tis but the hairy beast in the valley of the Priest".

"Aye" replies Wolffe "with the moon not yet full, it shall not roam far from its den."

For all their brave words, they walk a little faster, until the inn appears before them.

11-30-2009, 09:40 AM	#78
regular.joe Старый сержант Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: NC, dreaming of large Russian women. Posts: 1,464	The man turns back to the odd crowd, and leans his back up against the bar. Turning his head to survey the group, taking a long drink of ale. He begins to speak, "I did not come here tonight to move furniture my friends. Come Gravedigger, quiet your mood, let me buy you a pint. Sit with us and tell us what is truly on your mind. What is it that drives your crazy eyed ranting?" __________________ Birth, wealth, and position are valueless during wartime. Man is only judged by his character --Soldier's Testament. Death, like birth, is a secret of Nature. - Marcus Aurelius.

11-30-2009, 11:06 AM	#79
Cicero Looking forward to open mic night. Join Date: Oct 2006 Location: New Mexico Posts: 5,148	The loyal dog walks away from the visitor after it is assured of no real conflict by the gravedigger. The roaring fire and scraps of food that fall to the ground are now back at the top of the priorities....The loyal dog lays in full flush, with a small sigh, in a heap by the fire-eying the gruel being served to the visitors, hoping a spot of lamb will hit the floor. __________________ Show me a sane man, and I will cure him for you.- Carl Jung

11-30-2009, 02:04 PM	#80
limey Encroaching on your decrees Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: An island within the south-west coast of Scotland Posts: 7,016	Still anxiously watching the conversation not unfold in the bar, and holding hands, one of the Visitors drops his entire bowl of gruel on the floor! The bowl smashes and gobbets of lamb are spattered not-so-liberally around the Visitors'* feet. * Extra brownie points for ultra correct apostrophe usage, please! __________________ Living it up on the edge ... of civilisation, within the southwest coast of

12-02-2009, 05:48 AM	#81
Gravdigr The Un-Tuckian Join Date: Apr 2007 Location: South Central...KY that is Posts: 39,517	The gravedigger turns his back to the group. He picks up his Wild Turkey and water with both hands. And, as an uncontrolled shiver wracks his entire frame, he mumbles something almost incoherently, something about a capybara... __________________ These statements have not been evaluated by the FDA, EPA, FBI, DEA, CDC, or FDIC. These statements are not intended to diagnose, cause, treat, cure, or prevent any disease. If you feel you have been harmed/offended by, or, disagree with any of the above statements or images, please feel free to fuck right off.

12-02-2009, 05:57 AM	#82
jujuwwhite Capnhowdy's #1 smasher Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Rentz, GA Posts: 339	The tart searches frantically for a clean towel and rushes to the spill surrounding the Visitor's feet. She was almost glad for the interruption of the conversation that she was dreading to witness. Feeling some of the tension of her stomach relax she began to clean up the mess scattered on the floor trying to get it up faster than the dog could lap it up. __________________ I don't suffer from insanity...i enjoy every moment of it.

11-30-2009, 05:19 AM	#76
Trilby Slattern of the Swail Join Date: Jul 2004 Posts: 15,654	the cow is bored.

12-02-2009, 09:16 AM	#83
limey Encroaching on your decrees Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: An island within the south-west coast of Scotland Posts: 7,016	Simultaneously, as with one mind, The Visitors kick the tart in the bum ... __________________ Living it up on the edge ... of civilisation, within the southwest coast of

12-02-2009, 03:14 PM	#84
Cicero Looking forward to open mic night. Join Date: Oct 2006 Location: New Mexico Posts: 5,148	....shoving the tart into the hound who moves slightly but regains quickly as it has found a large piece of lamb attached to a bone. The loyal dog marches triumphantly away with the dripping bone in its mouth, back to the fire. It watches the gravedigger with his back turned, suspiciously, while lapping up the juices on the lamb chop, delicately. __________________ Show me a sane man, and I will cure him for you.- Carl Jung

12-02-2009, 03:39 PM	#85
Queen of the Ryche is fleeing the scene Join Date: Apr 2005 Location: Beautiful CO Posts: 1,510	And in the cool of the moonlit evening, the Queen srtrolls pensively through her pristine garden..... But wait! She notices something awry! "What is this? Has one of my prized roses been plucked from my very own garden, unbeknownst to me? Who would dare do such a thing? And why? I will dispatch a messenger to the inn to listen for tales of a rose thief....." __________________ Once, in an interview, Chuck Norris admitted that he was not the most awesome thing ever. He declined to elaborate; but I believe we all know that he was referring to the existence of chocolate covered bacon. I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six.

12-03-2009, 07:52 AM	#86
jujuwwhite Capnhowdy's #1 smasher Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Rentz, GA Posts: 339	The Tart tumbles to the floor and out of instinct reaches for the blade attached to her firm thigh but quickly regains composure as she rethinks her actions. Instead, she seductively rolled up into the sitting position and winked to the Visitors who had so rudely kicked her in the bum, and sweetly remarked, "takes a better man than you to keep this ole tart down for long." With a smirk, one of the Visitors wink back and then turns his attention back to the gravedigger. __________________ I don't suffer from insanity...i enjoy every moment of it.

12-03-2009, 11:22 AM	#87
capnhowdy Blatantly Homosapien Join Date: Mar 2004 Posts: 6,200	Meanwhile, unable to sleep, The Priest tires of the tossing and restless turning and gets out of bed. As he walks by the window he glimpses movement out in the wooded area across the lane. Peering deeply he spots the outline of someone in the woods. "not someone..." he mutters to himself. "That is the Hairy Beast"! He scrambles for his clothes and decides to hurry to the inn to warn the others, hoping not to find trouble there as well. __________________ Please type slowly. I can't read very fast............... and no holy water, please.

12-03-2009, 06:04 PM	#88
ZenGum Doctor Wtf Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: Badelaide, Baustralia Posts: 12,861	The Queen rings for a servant, and a flusterd lackey appears promptly. "Send for my guards!" she orders. "I have a task for them". __________________ Shut up and hug. MoreThanPretty, Nov 5, 2008. Just because I'm nominally polite, does not make me a pussy. Sundae Girl.

12-04-2009, 01:29 PM	#89
Queen of the Ryche is fleeing the scene Join Date: Apr 2005 Location: Beautiful CO Posts: 1,510	And the Queen commanded the servant, "Tonight whilst on my moonlit stroll, I sensed something awry in my beloved garden. And lo and behold, a single rose pluck'd from 'neath my very nose. Dispatch my wiliest guards to the village, to discover the rogue who darest cross me! Command them bring him to me post haste!" __________________ Once, in an interview, Chuck Norris admitted that he was not the most awesome thing ever. He declined to elaborate; but I believe we all know that he was referring to the existence of chocolate covered bacon. I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six.

12-04-2009, 10:42 PM	#90
ZenGum Doctor Wtf Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: Badelaide, Baustralia Posts: 12,861	The guards, having been to the village inn many times, buckle daggers in discrete places inside their clothing, take some stout staves, and set out across the countryside, where the waxing moon peeps through the swirling mist. Faintly through the night air they hear a long, mournful howl, too wild to be human, but too haunting to be an animal. Both guards tense as the sound chills their bowels and raises their hackles. "Fear not" says Brutus, the elder of the guards. "'tis but the hairy beast in the valley of the Priest". "Aye" replies Wolffe "with the moon not yet full, it shall not roam far from its den." For all their brave words, they walk a little faster, until the inn appears before them. __________________ 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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