tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29524018.post115299846008077483..comments2024-01-22T19:10:23.007-05:00Comments on A Commonplace Book: Where are the Laurel Kingdoms Anyway?Will McLeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685409952186547597noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29524018.post-1157078809743936732006-08-31T21:46:00.000-05:002006-08-31T21:46:00.000-05:00Hysterical! Genius! Excellent! Deserves republicat...Hysterical! Genius! Excellent! Deserves republication in the Knowne Worlde Handebooke. <BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>(we met briefly at M. Muriele & Marcele's booth)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29524018.post-1154346771838348662006-07-31T06:52:00.000-05:002006-07-31T06:52:00.000-05:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29524018.post-1153414451597580752006-07-20T11:54:00.000-05:002006-07-20T11:54:00.000-05:00A Ninja TaleA certain strenuous man-at-arms of my ...A Ninja Tale<BR/><BR/>A certain strenuous man-at-arms of my acquaintance was at a War, and one night (having drunk a quantity of Beer according to his usual habit at such times) took himself to the bushes. As he began his relief, he espied a lad of perhaps 15 summers, clothed entirely in black, crouching in the very bush upon which my friend relived himself, only a little to one side.<BR/><BR/>My friend thought: "This fellow is not a Ninja, for I see him plainly. Yet he adopts the appearance and manner of one; let me test his resolve." Straightaway he directed the full stream right upon the aforesaid lad, who flinched not, but endured it without giving any outward sign.<BR/><BR/>Much impressed, my friend returned to our camp and related his tale, whereupon all were convulsed with mirth, being full of the aforementioned Beer. Ever afterward, when the pressure of too much Beer makes itself felt, we are wont to say, "I must go to find a Ninja."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com