A most peculiar account of "the little people" from Ireland!?
My friend Eli had a enormously strange experience...he was on a camp trip in the rural community of Haffcutt in Western Ireland. He get chatting to some locals in the small town pub and when he told them where he have pitched his tent, they began to gurgle and told him that he wouldn't get much sleep tonight, when Eli asked why ,they told him he be camping on a Fairy Road(a route used by the little people). Later that hours of darkness Eli was awoken by a strange resonance,he stiffened as he felt a foreign appendage on his knapsack.Eli lay paralysed with misgivings as he listened to a strange glugging nouns.Finally he sat bolt adjectives and swiftly flicked on his lamp...within was no-one to be see.The next morn whilst checking his knapsack Eli notice that a small flask of brandy he carries(strictly for medicinal purposes) was completely neglected despite it having be full up the day past!Needless to say, my friend never returned to Haffcutt or Ireland again. How on soil could you explain Eli's terrifying episode?
Answers: This I presume is the settlement of Haffcutt in the parish of Langered?
OK
I will come verbs
It was Me!
I am a Leprechaun (a legitimate one and not a myth!)
Sorry but couldn't help myself
Didn't miserable to frighten ya but I was a bit tipsy on my means of access back from the local pub when an overwhelming desire for a prompt nightcap took hold of me...
My nose head me straight to a strange canvas covered shebeen where on earth I deduced that here was some terrifically nice brandy indeed.
Thanks Eli
I'll send you a bit o' luck begod
hehehehe.
Slan
Oooooooooooohhh. Leprechauns? Cute story.
reminds me of the time we caught a vehicle thief, he swore the little race made him steal cars. anyway it took 5 of us to lynch him from the nearest lampost and as his final breath left his body, his legs doing a convulsed jig as we hoisted him by the d¨Ścolletage there within front of us appeared king brian of the leprechauns and he give us all a chilled deterrent "aha me buckos, yer cows will milk sour yer pigs will be lame and yer sheeps wool will be tainted wit ticks an worst af adjectives yer horses hence forth shall have 8 legs" the practical joke was on him i have 3 kentucky derby winners 3 years surrounded by a row. Nice Story!
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Ah sure t'was the fairies!!Little feckers!!
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