Carlfish's Mum:
I went up to the Blue Mountains last week and found myself in the middle of a national garden gnome convention.
Carlfish:
A wha…? How do they all get there?
Carlfish's Mum:
They walk, obviously.
Carlfish's Mum:
They're gnomads.
Where are you going?
I went up to the Blue Mountains last week and found myself in the middle of a national garden gnome convention.
A wha…? How do they all get there?
They walk, obviously.
They're gnomads.