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Aha so that is what is wrong. I got the fiddle so if I get out the bees wax and give that thingy I play it with a good rubbing I'll soon be rubber ducking...
posted by
Kabu
on December 27, 2013 at 12:29 PM
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I think a few more duds get through when Albert is being nibbled. I can't play a tune on my new tin whistle. Perhaps next year? Cute story Pat.
posted by
C_C_T
on December 25, 2013 at 10:54 PM
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I love this post. Sour notes always make me grin.
posted by
TAPS.
on December 25, 2013 at 2:28 PM
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I like reading about Albert the Elf.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on December 25, 2013 at 12:34 PM
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Pat
All things considered not a bad life, though, being an Elf. I understand they only work about two or three weeks in winter, and the rest of the year they sit or probably lie around sipping single malt Irish...
(I know that's a martini glass, but that's all we get around here...)
posted by
Nautikos
on December 25, 2013 at 9:04 AM
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