Of course the pot (not pots) of gold was at rainbow’s end–that’s the SAME as “at the end of the rainbow.” See English grammar book probably chapter 3 or so, “Possessives and Their Uses”. The leprachauns spring forth from behind the pot. They come up jigging, btw and covered in 4 leaf clovers. Once they have finished jigging (but before they begin to wend their way), the clovers fall off and Hark! they are fully clothed in small kelly green suits, brass buckles, and odd shoes, fully bearded (red hair, of course) and smoking a pipe. We all should be so lucky.
Well, yes.
You did not include brownies in your query–an oversight often made when pixies are involved. There are almost no brownies left–in fact, they are on the TWFESL: the Wee Folk Endangered Species List. There is a pathetic human attempt at brownies, but small girls running around in packs is not an adequate substitute.*
I have done much research into The Wee Folk, partly due to humanitarian impulses, but mostly because I have found it prudent to learn about others who inhabit my world. My house, yard and neighborhood are overrun with The Wee Folk, none of them frozen in plaster or immortalized in concrete. My doctor would like to prescribe some medication that he says would make The Wee Folk, in his words, “go away”, but we all know how silly that is. Next he’ll be telling me that magicians really don’t saw women in half! What a doofus.
*for non-Americans, Brownies are the precursor to Girl Scouts. No clue if such a thing exists in UK. I know you have Girl Guides, but dunno 'bout Brownies. Brownies is open to all girls ages (I think) 6 or 7-9. They do crafts and learn songs and basically [del]get indoctrinated into the GSA cult[/del] hang out; maybe a field trip or two to a pet shelter, that sort of thing.
This sweet young thing was skipping down the lane in the Emerald Isle when suddenly she spots a Leprechaun.
“Bedad and Bejasus” he exclaimed “You’ve spotted me, now you get 3 wishes”
“Really?”
“To be sure you do, but you musn’t take your eyes off me while wishing or I vanish”
“Is that all?”
“No, you have to let me make love to you first”
Our heroine ponders this and decides to go ahead thinking of all the riches that can be hers.
After the love making, Leprechaun lies back, lights up and asks “How old are you?”
Shrek is gnot a troll, he’s an ogre. You guys need to pay attention.
Isn’t Oberon the king of fairies? And Puck and the page he’s fighting with Titania about are male as well, aren’t they?
PS: I think Giraffe decided gnot to move us so we’d be able to continue being politically incorrect. Only cos it’s the Pit gnobody says it can’t be fun!
That’s just what they are waiting for! Those evil little swines like nothing better than to have their victims switch from joy to terror, in the skip of a heartbeat. Be afraid. Be very afraid!
OK, man. Now look. You have had more than enough time to search fertilizer bombs on the internet, and leave a crater where these hateful plaster bastards stood mocking you. What’s the hold up over there?
I know a guy in the airforce and I’m pretty sure with the proper motivation an airstrike wouldn’t be totally out of the question…
Landscape your garden with strategically placed mirrored objects. Then you could see your own tastefully decorated home while your neighbour has to endure the gnomish inquisition.
Well I wasn’t thinking about a nuke, but a 500 pounder should fix your problem. It’s only one house right? Or have those filthy mothers spread? I’m not one to promote the whole nuking from orbit thing, but man, you gotta do what you gotta do.
I never read this thread the first time around, and seeing it revived I wondered what all the fuss was about. I started reading it a little while ago, and clicked on a link on the first page that went to a different thread. In the linked thread there was another linkI am so happy to have stumbled across. I have sent it to everyone I know.
Every time I look at that fucking picture I just can’t stop laughing.
