Ha! I soes wanted ta tell him to picks em hisself!
Dem spikes on da Briar be 3 inch long!
Leave em for da birds says I. Mother. What did I do ta draw short straw on dis job, huh?
- Wicken
*chuckle*
No worries Wick. Just think of all the sweet apple berry jelly I be makin' when u's done. Seen?
- Midge
*lips smack*
Ah, yah. That be a good motivator right dere. True.
*sigh*
K.
Where's da bucket...
- W
Hey!
*blushes*
Wot's that for!
- W
Lol... Figured a kiss on the cheek couldn't hurt as motivators go.
- M
Ha! Next time I'll be ready n it won't be me cheek ur catchin'. Lol...
*umph!*
Ow! Wot's with shovin' da bucket in me middle for?!
- W
Cheeky boy. Inch, mile - U.
*shakes head, walks away grinnin'*
Careful round them pokies, aye? I don't want any a ur blood in the berries...
- M
*mumbles*
Don't know hows u'd tell ifin dere was...
- W
