Eul loves the excitement of being in a lassie hunt.Aye, it's aff ta a gey guid stert!
Lovely pic, thanks Phlebas
Does the potion make her give that come-hither smile too. I need some of that potion. Is it on Amazon?
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What fate awaits her?
I am disappointed that a Scot doesn't know the difference between lassies and haggis.Turned into haggis?
When exactly does the season start? The open season on grouse begins on the Glorious Twelfth. When is the official for Lassies? Are there jobs open for beaters? How do I apply? If a beater catches one, do they get to beat her?Is the season beginning again Eul?
I'd like to examine the contestants....When exactly does the season start? The open season on grouse begins on the Glorious Twelfth. When is the official for Lassies? Are there jobs open for beaters? How do I apply? If a beater catches one, do they get to beat her?
Like the fox-hunting season, on 1st November. But cubbie-running starts in August.When exactly does the season start? The open season on grouse begins on the Glorious Twelfth. When is the official for Lassies? Are there jobs open for beaters? How do I apply? If a beater catches one, do they get to beat her?
Keep running Eul, they are closing in!!!Like the fox-hunting season, on 1st November. But cubbie-running starts in August.
And fox-hunting is cruel, so it's banned. But linkie-hunting isn't banned
You'll have to read the story to get the rules - such as they are ...
For a reading speed challenged person, there are too many long stories here. Where can I find the comic-book version?You'll have to read the story to get the rules - such as they are ...
No! Barefoot only!I love "lassie hunting " I want to participate. Can I wear flip flops on my feet ? Briars don't you know.
Absolutely not, running barefoot and bare-legged is part of the thrill.I love "lassie hunting " I want to participate. Can I wear flip flops on my feet ? Briars don't you know.
Eulalia kissing 'properly!'Absolutely not, running barefoot and bare-legged is part of the thrill.
As to brambles, they've long been part of my forest fantasies -
as I told in 'Girly Games' whenI first joined CF:
There was a path on my way home from school that passed through rough woodland, where the bushes grew dense in summer. A gang of boys used to hide in there sometimes and ambush us girls, leaping out with long, prickly bramble-stems and wrapping them round our bodies and legs – it hurt like hell, and if you struggled it only made it much worse, so you were trapped, and they wouldn't let you go until they'd searched your bag and pockets for sweets, crisps or anything else they fancied for 'ransom' and you'd earned your freedom with kisses! You could go round another, longer way to avoid this trap, but if you didn't want to be teased and called a wimp, you just saved up the sweets and crisps your mum had put as treats in your lunchbox, hitched up your skirt, and walked bravely down what we girls called The Martyr's Path! I got 'captured' several times – it didn't upset me, I found it quite exciting, hurrying through the woods wondering if the boys were waiting for me, and when I was their captive they said I was 'good sport', 'cos I always made sure I'd got plenty of 'ransom' for them, and when they'd helped themselves to that I'd kiss them 'properly' to earn my freedom! The sight of brambles when I walk in the woods still sends a shiver up my thighs!
Where have you been, when I needed you in my teenage years? Btw - 300 m away from my home there is a way with about 25m of bramble on one side. In the future I will see them with other eyesAbsolutely not, running barefoot and bare-legged is part of the thrill.
As to brambles, they've long been part of my forest fantasies -
as I told in 'Girly Games' whenI first joined CF:
There was a path on my way home from school that passed through rough woodland, where the bushes grew dense in summer. A gang of boys used to hide in there sometimes and ambush us girls, leaping out with long, prickly bramble-stems and wrapping them round our bodies and legs – it hurt like hell, and if you struggled it only made it much worse, so you were trapped, and they wouldn't let you go until they'd searched your bag and pockets for sweets, crisps or anything else they fancied for 'ransom' and you'd earned your freedom with kisses! You could go round another, longer way to avoid this trap, but if you didn't want to be teased and called a wimp, you just saved up the sweets and crisps your mum had put as treats in your lunchbox, hitched up your skirt, and walked bravely down what we girls called The Martyr's Path! I got 'captured' several times – it didn't upset me, I found it quite exciting, hurrying through the woods wondering if the boys were waiting for me, and when I was their captive they said I was 'good sport', 'cos I always made sure I'd got plenty of 'ransom' for them, and when they'd helped themselves to that I'd kiss them 'properly' to earn my freedom! The sight of brambles when I walk in the woods still sends a shiver up my thighs!