The loneliness of the luthier

[matthew]

A luthier went to live up in the hills to concentrate on felling fine timber and building superb guitars, far from the distractions of the city.

He's been there for about 3 months, and getting ready to drive into the nearest town with an Internet cafe to order some more Gurian purflings, when he hears a knock on the door. Answering it, he finds a "son of the Hills" who says "Wayull, I's jes bein nayberly and stopped by fer to invite ya to a shindig up by my place, come Friday."

Luthier says "that's great, I been cooped up in here for awhile and could use a little distraction."

Hillwilliam "Don't wanta alarm ya, but they may be some drankin' "

Luthier says "Hey I'm a luthier, that's what we do"

HillWilliam - Don't wanta alarm ya, but there may be some fightin after all that drankin

Luthier - That doesn't bother me, I was brought up near the Coogee Bay hotel and I can take care of myself in a scuffle

HillWilliam - Don't wanta alarm ya, but after that fightin, there may be some fornicatin' going on

Luthier - Hey fine with me! I been up here a LONG time by myself!

HillWilliam - Well alrighty then, I'll see y'all on bout suppertime on Friday

Luthier - Well I've never been to a party in this neck of the woods before, what should I wear?

HillWilliam - Aw shoot it don't much matter, jist gonna be you and me....

[Kim]

Thanks Matthew I'sa needed dat!

[Allen]

I'm not going on any camping trip with Matthew.

[Nick]

I can hear dem Banja's again

Cheers Matthew