Archivist note: This post is from an older recovered archive.
==Initial Post==
((Posted by Pocket String on June 15, 2010))
Oh, that woman! She called me a filthy beast she did she did.
So I waited up in the day until the wagon with the flour came, and no sign of old Pippy Bighat, and she’s off on some errand, so I says to the driver that I’ll take the flour in, then I mixes the flour with sand I did. See if anyone wants that bread.
Call me a filthy beast, will ye?
==Comment==
*Comment by Mr Underby on June 15, 2010 at 12:18pm
We shall have to send that flour back, and insist that the delivery men in the future only deal with actual employees of the bakery… not just any filthy beast running around out front.
