*sigh* I'm loosing my touch. (Warning: Hi-jacked by Em)

[Spookwriter]

EM....NOBODY knows a guy that traded his chickens for some
apple pies.

You don't have to wear a bucket.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

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I thought you might change your mind when your brownies became threatened...

 

[Spookwriter]

It is not right to threaten a Spook.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

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Aww, but maybe I'm still your favorite Queen anyway?

 

[Spookwriter]

As long as you know a secret, do I have any choice?


Yes, you're my favorite Queen...

 

[EmtheFishLady]

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Poor Spook. If it makes you feel any better...Sour has blackmail on me too.

 

[sourland]

Hmm, I thought that there was the faint acrid scent of 'blackmail.'

Such a lovely tool - kind of like having the immunity amulet on 'Survivor.'





Apple pie? That's my favorite - beats brownies.

 

[Spookwriter]

But you've done so much that you would be easy to blackmail, Em.

Me...I'm different. No skeletons in my closet. (I keep them in the barn, more room)


And you girls still aren't allowed to talk to boys, or dangle mistletoe. You can talk
to the Elders because we are men. We no longer sparkle like boys.

 

[mississippifarmboy]

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Ummm George? NOTHING beats brownies.

 

[Spookwriter]

If she was a kind and loving Queen, she would go back and delete
any mention of apple pie.