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"I remember my old pool hoping days, Me, Merlin and Arthur, hopped the fence to Lancelot's Private swim resort, I did a swan drive right on top of television's favorite maid...Lancelot never let me back in," sighed Monk.
-Quest for the Holy Mango
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Sitting before the great fire in the monastery Lindsey put her head on the Monk lap, "Tell us a story Mordred."
"Yes," purred Sarah stretching out on the floor, "A good story."
"What kind of story?" questioned Mordred stroking Lindsey's brown locks, "How about the story of Snow White?"
Lindsey made a face, "Please," she whined, "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs! Such a horrible story."
"How so?" asked Mordred looking down at the girl.
"You know," said Sarah looking pointedly at the monk, "Snow White's life with her evil stepmother is no picnic; it's full of tradition female labors."
"Female labors?" asked the monk, his eyes troubled.
"You know," replied Lindsey rising her head, "scrub the steps, dress in rags. She doesn't just take off like any boy would have done-to built a house or tried farming or.. taking care of domesticated animals as she appears to talk to them. She hangs around complaining and singing about her dream prince."
"Yeah," said Sarah, "But you know, once the hunts-MAN tell her to get her pretty booty out of there because Queen lady is going nuts, only then does she leave," Sarah waved her hands as she spoke
Lindsey laughed, "You're way gesture-y Sarah. Anyway, does she run off hoping to start a new life and seek a fortune? Nope. She races hysterically into the woods looking for a new domestic step up. And lo--She comes across not one but seven men she had wait on hand and foot. Cooking, cleaning and dusting-"
"And washing," cut in Sarah, "Not once does she say, 'Wouldn't it be great to work down in the mines?' Nope. Just, "There are pies to be baked!" and what's her reward in the end? A career?" Sarah was nearly shouting.
"Nope," spat Lindsey, "Stability? Nope- all she gets is a husband and another house to clean." "Men," cursed Sarah. "Make me sick." She flopped back in her seat.
Lindsey nodded in earnest as the trio lapsed into silence.
"So," said Mordred uncomfortably, "You don't want to hear Snow White,"
Lindsey and Sarah just looked at each other and laughed. They loved their Monk.
"Story." pondered the monk sinking further back into his plush red high back chair,
"Oh!" cried Sarah, "I know one!"
"What?" asked Lindsey smiling at her.
"When I got nail polish on my jeans and tried to get it off with nail polish," said Sarah nodding and grinning, "See. the good thing was that I got the nail polish off my new pants," she frowned, "The bad thing was the nail polish was acetone based and ate a hole threw them,"
"Oh," said Lindsey simply, nodding, "That sucks, which pants?"
"The sparkly jeans," mourned Sarah.
"That sucks!" cried Lindsey, "I wanted to borrow them,"
"Me too," added Monk.
"They would have looked great on your hips," smirked Sarah, picturing
her dear monk friend in her jeans.
"I'm going to a scary mental place," said Lindsey quietly.
"I'm sorry," apologized Sarah.
"It's okay," confirmed Lindsey, "Give me a minute. there! All better."
Mordred grinned at his girls, his pride and joys; "I have a story. about my pool hopping days..."
"You mention that story a long time ago," recalled Sarah, "Something about you sneaking into Lancelot's private pool and swan diving on Camelot's favorite priestess?" she teased.
Monk blushed, "No, Camelot's favorite trollop. she was just a saucy little maid,"
"Tell, tell," said Lindsey bouncing in joy, "Story Sarah!" She grinned.
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It all started one rainy day. Me, Merlin and Arthur were in Merlin's hovel. It was a dreadful place, stuffy and full of all these moldy books. And he had this owl. bleeding Goddess this bird shat everywhere!
But it was the best place to light up the hookah and pass that peace pipe around.
"I remember my old pool hoping days, Me, Merlin and Arthur, hopped the fence to Lancelot's Private swim resort, I did a swan drive right on top of television's favorite maid...Lancelot never let me back in," sighed Monk.
-Quest for the Holy Mango
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Sitting before the great fire in the monastery Lindsey put her head on the Monk lap, "Tell us a story Mordred."
"Yes," purred Sarah stretching out on the floor, "A good story."
"What kind of story?" questioned Mordred stroking Lindsey's brown locks, "How about the story of Snow White?"
Lindsey made a face, "Please," she whined, "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs! Such a horrible story."
"How so?" asked Mordred looking down at the girl.
"You know," said Sarah looking pointedly at the monk, "Snow White's life with her evil stepmother is no picnic; it's full of tradition female labors."
"Female labors?" asked the monk, his eyes troubled.
"You know," replied Lindsey rising her head, "scrub the steps, dress in rags. She doesn't just take off like any boy would have done-to built a house or tried farming or.. taking care of domesticated animals as she appears to talk to them. She hangs around complaining and singing about her dream prince."
"Yeah," said Sarah, "But you know, once the hunts-MAN tell her to get her pretty booty out of there because Queen lady is going nuts, only then does she leave," Sarah waved her hands as she spoke
Lindsey laughed, "You're way gesture-y Sarah. Anyway, does she run off hoping to start a new life and seek a fortune? Nope. She races hysterically into the woods looking for a new domestic step up. And lo--She comes across not one but seven men she had wait on hand and foot. Cooking, cleaning and dusting-"
"And washing," cut in Sarah, "Not once does she say, 'Wouldn't it be great to work down in the mines?' Nope. Just, "There are pies to be baked!" and what's her reward in the end? A career?" Sarah was nearly shouting.
"Nope," spat Lindsey, "Stability? Nope- all she gets is a husband and another house to clean." "Men," cursed Sarah. "Make me sick." She flopped back in her seat.
Lindsey nodded in earnest as the trio lapsed into silence.
"So," said Mordred uncomfortably, "You don't want to hear Snow White,"
Lindsey and Sarah just looked at each other and laughed. They loved their Monk.
"Story." pondered the monk sinking further back into his plush red high back chair,
"Oh!" cried Sarah, "I know one!"
"What?" asked Lindsey smiling at her.
"When I got nail polish on my jeans and tried to get it off with nail polish," said Sarah nodding and grinning, "See. the good thing was that I got the nail polish off my new pants," she frowned, "The bad thing was the nail polish was acetone based and ate a hole threw them,"
"Oh," said Lindsey simply, nodding, "That sucks, which pants?"
"The sparkly jeans," mourned Sarah.
"That sucks!" cried Lindsey, "I wanted to borrow them,"
"Me too," added Monk.
"They would have looked great on your hips," smirked Sarah, picturing
her dear monk friend in her jeans.
"I'm going to a scary mental place," said Lindsey quietly.
"I'm sorry," apologized Sarah.
"It's okay," confirmed Lindsey, "Give me a minute. there! All better."
Mordred grinned at his girls, his pride and joys; "I have a story. about my pool hopping days..."
"You mention that story a long time ago," recalled Sarah, "Something about you sneaking into Lancelot's private pool and swan diving on Camelot's favorite priestess?" she teased.
Monk blushed, "No, Camelot's favorite trollop. she was just a saucy little maid,"
"Tell, tell," said Lindsey bouncing in joy, "Story Sarah!" She grinned.
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It all started one rainy day. Me, Merlin and Arthur were in Merlin's hovel. It was a dreadful place, stuffy and full of all these moldy books. And he had this owl. bleeding Goddess this bird shat everywhere!
But it was the best place to light up the hookah and pass that peace pipe around.