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12Sep / 2003
“You grogoch,” she says to her little sister.
On a rainy, foggy day the little one looks out the window. “Oooh, the Grey Man.”
A friend gave us a book about Irish fairies, and suddenly Austria is aswarm with them.
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Now you’ve left this Irishman abroad trying to remember what a grogoch is…
Put me out of my misery, please!
If you insist.
*BANG*
Well, I did ask for that…
Now you’ve left this Irishman abroad trying to remember what a grogoch is…
Put me out of my misery, please!
If you insist.
*BANG*
Well, I did ask for that…