Governor, I did see the man begging for pence and kick him I did! He who thinks I know not that he hoards his stash of begging and thievery. Beg will he? Why should it be that I should shovel the manure of cows and horses for the meager earnings of an honest man? But he? What do you do with this beggar? You let him bring his fowl odor to my door with his hat in hand smelling worse than what my nostrils can tolerate? For this I am fined? Kick him again I will! Jail me!
Sir, excuse me toothless grin again, but me was a pretty lass some time ago. You know 'ow it is deary. You gents that pay me a farthing for what I still 'ave and don't see what I don't 'ave. (*adjusts herself) Besides, ew needs a face in a dosshouse? Not that anyone cares ew comes and goes 'cept for the ripper. We care 'bout good ol' Jack we do. 'Es been up to it again 'e 'as. Gutted me friend 'e did!
Away with you wench! You smell as bad as the beggar. Let me be with my business!
That ain't what you said to me in the square while you did yer business with me. Look, me still 'as the farthing I 'ave! Is the Misses 'ere? Burp! ~ Maggie ~ August 15, 2008 @ 6:07 p.m. EST
Ah, shit I am goofy today!
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