Forced Ska Hoard and Save Hen Years Ago

History contends that on that score hing hot summer at 6:00 pm June sixteenth in the year 666 after the Devonian era, two lovers - a Mister Belmont Me and Missy Bryn Mawr Hu felt the call of the wild within the wilderness in virgin hinterlands of Penn Valley and supposedly got cannibalized by a Hottentot Mailer Daemon named Manayunk Yahoo. All plugged stoppers got pulled as the passionate children of Mother Nature and Jethro Toll rumbled, fumbled, bungled in the jungle, and shook the firma ment echoing subterranean cat a combs with their private feral Carnival antics.The ensuing Millennium spawned one bizarre tale after another each appending a more farfetched tail spinning embellish ment from the preceding legend. Mary Waters ford considered as the first person to record the shroud of mystery lurking in the hollows of sleepy hills, which rumor harbored this legend of lost Lower Merion lovers. Even to this day (one eerily similar at that fateful bewitching hour) one can hear the blood curdling and hair-raising bacchanalia under ground Brahmins deep pounding beets on their crude ovens deep purple within the bowels of the Earth. Many believe present day tremors that line the main tract hearken Earth linked presence of sinning wood nymphs and elfin grots continually being birthed within many gnarled rocks causing groundswell similar to a Welsh Valley overtaken by hocked conch blowing Harridans. Some of these hardy adherents corn beef hash tagged as unprintable expletives, whose self-righteousness bound by unwavering assertions of Woody Woodpecker apparition. Visages of fearsome flesh eating muscle bound underground golems toting haversacks as big as a town (surpassing the likes of 1148 Matthew’s rolled into one) sustains longevity of ogres not even all the brooms could sweep away far as next square rush new town. Although rarely seen, but more often heard tectonic vibrations that shake and bake like local crowded house special chicken Radnor (often cleft fissures upon flint stoned layers of bedrock comprising Delaware Valley) infuses imagination of (top notch pugilists) bravely ventured into this haunted haven and vanished without a trace. Most likely their fate became a gourmet meal i.e. tasty as Salad Augustus with seven season Caesar dressing.