Date: Mon, 20 Oct 1997 17:24:13 -0500 From: Catherine Berchtold Subject: Re: INT: Island: Haunted House At 10:13 PM 10/19/97 -0500, BARBARA HARRIS wrote: > Then, he got to thinking that maybe it wasn't Camille after all... >maybe... just maybe... it was someone in need of a good scare. It might >at least shut the wench up! > >Love & Light, Barbara, who just looked "Gordon" up in the name >dictionary... it means "a dung pasture"... cackle!!! The Count wuz given Daisy the heebee geebees. He wuz a fine looker but he couldn't peel his stare offa her converted mood ring necklace. She know'd he wanted it by the glare inna his eyes. "Excuse me, Mr. Count, I'm gonna go fetch me a breath of air. This dag gone dress is got me sweatin' like a hog." "Of course, Madam." Daisy Mae shuffled passed the Count and outta the room when she pert-near run smack inta the funniest lookin' man she ever done saw. His bald head wuz even with her nose, his pop-belly hung down over his knee caps and some of the hair on his hairy arms had slid down ta his knuckles what wuz draggin' the floor. Daisy smiled right nice and greeted, "howdy, Sir." The funny lookin' creature jist kept onna runnin' up the stairs without a backward glance. Daisy sniffed the nasty air what smelt like dung. Then she peaked up the stairs, got a gander at his backside and gasped. That little feller didn't have a stitch of clothes on.