That's surely true! But then again Ulster is full of well Ulster people. No swearing, no drinking, no fucking unelse your the same religion. What a loada shite. We in Cork are an uncouth fucking lot of dipsos!Oh, you down in Cork smile, the little time I was there I got lots of nice smiles,
but the Ulster Scots - you'd be as likely to see the Giants' Causeway grin!
Barb how ya getting on girl? You nearly here yet?
They do! Their way!that's something I find quite hard to imagine,
do they ever smile down in the deep south? I spose they must
You know, um, as the author you actually have some control over your fate here, and Clem and company don't actually have to catch...Busy working on episode 12 ... they'll be after me soon ...
No she doesn't have her fate in her hands...You know, um, as the author you actually have some control over your fate here, and Clem and company don't actually have to catch...
Oh, never mind.
You're absolutely right. They'll be on your scent like a cat on a catnip mouse. Y'ain't got a kerosene cats chance in hell. Run for it.!
(Sorry. Lost my mind there for a brief moment.)
No she doesn't have her fate in her hands...
Where do these ideas filter in???
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Your actions are making friends hard to come by, young lady...You mean some sinister force is manipulating everything that is happening to me and my friends?
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Well, despite your obvious, er, charms,You mean some sinister force is manipulating everything that is happening to me and my friends?
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Your actions are making friends hard to come by, young lady...
You know, um, as the author you actually have some control over your fate here, and Clem and company don't actually have to catch...
Oh, never mind.
what's that Tree? Her actions are making her friends hard?
(ah, hard to come by. Sorry!)
The unconscious mind is a powerful thing, Jolly. Barb probably has no control over events in this story.
Dear sweet Barb has a reputation for never reading the small print, now we know she never listens either. That so very helpful warden did tell her "tell your friends when you see them again that any attempt to escape from here results in summary execution ... no trial, understand?"
We can but speculate on the manner of her death. The nooses are ready, but is that too simple? The farm is called Crux Hill, is that a clue? And I seem to remember that the Klan and flaming torches go together.
At least Barb hasn't got to worry her overthinking brain with this problem. To paraphrase Thessela "She is condemned, she has no choice".