is it true that all garden gnomes have differant meanings? if so where can i find the meanings?

I would like a little more information as to why persons place garden gnomes in their gardens? Is it to attract these special gnome beings to see if they are really in existence? Or is it just for simple outer decoration?

In my backyard, the garden gnomes and faeries, the live in the flowers in my garden, can never get along. They’re always fighting, and I can never stop them! I don’t know what to do! What should I do? Does anyone know any methods to stop the gnomes and faeries from fighting? I tried telling them, but they won’t listen…
Thanks in advance:D (btw please no spam!)
they* live in the flowers in my garden, sorry typo!

We’re gonna pull a prank on our teacher at night and invade her yard with garden gnomes…. hehehe…

Looking for a company that makes custom garden gnomes. More specifically, one that can make gnomes to look like "halo" characters

I’ve been into molding with clay for a while now and have been fairly successful using never-hardening clay, just to train myself to sculpt. However, I’ve begun following my fascination with garden gnomes. I’m aware that most gnomes are made of carved concrete and mostly hard plastic, but I’d rather work with clay. What type of clay would be the best to use? Some sort of clay that I can bake in my home oven.

I love garden gnomes, but unfortunately, so does everyone else, so they are really expensive. I’m not talking about the ceramic concrete ones, just the plastic resin ones.

Does anyone know where I can get a gnome or two without spending a fortune?

Help!

you know that beard a grow crap from the makers of fictional potions and exploding garden gnomes? I can;t figure out the real name of the beard a grow or the company that makes it. Please help!

Why do people use garden gnomes? Myths?

A few friends and I Gnomenapped another friend garden gnomes this weekend. We want to send him a ransom letter in order to give them back but have no idea what to say. Any ideas or demands out there??? Thanks.
Ok so I forgot to put in there that we took pictures of it with a friend in a ski mask holding water guns to its head! Not much to do in a small town.

personally i like stealing flamingo lawn ornaments and garden gnomes…care to join me??
i have a whole collection of them….300 and counting…

BQ: would u rather steal a real flamingo to put in your garden??

I am currently in high school… I hope to one day become an author and publish my own series of novels (Like J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter or Stephen Meyer’s Twilight Saga, though I don’t think her books are very good honestly..But that’s just my opinion.)

Here’s a short little funny story I wrote a long time ago for my friends. It’s not supposed to be part of any bigger story, I just wrote it for practice.

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Who would have ever guessed that garden gnomes made such excellent projectiles? Squinting in the dark bliss, me and my partners in crime watched as the petite, plastic lawn ornament busted through the window of North Central High and crashed down upon the freshman dancing inside the auditorium. Their screeches of confusion and panic confirmed a job well done. Giving each other a nod of approval, we realized it was just about time for us to run for our lives as the gymnasium doors were kicked open by none other than our physical education teacher and football coach, Mr. Hush, shorty-shorts and all.
“Hold it right there, ya jerkoffs!!!” He exclaimed after giving an ear splitting blow into his whistle.
We were about a good ten or twelve yards away by the time he started sprinting after us. Despite being our guide on the path of health and fitness, Mr. Hush wasn’t in very good shape himself. He wasn’t all that old either; just about 29 or 30. Regardless of this, however, he was balder than a baboon’s ***. Just as red though, as he cursed and swore after us in the darkness, making ridiculous threats and remarks, such as contacting the FBI and tying our spinal cords in to knots when he caught up with us.
Glancing over my shoulder, the little speck about a kilometer away ceased its trash talking and collapsed in the parking lot of the school.
***

So, based on this, would you say I’m a pretty good writer for my age?

Also, I apologize if the story I wrote appears disorganized and crammed together… I just copied and pasted it so Yahoo Answers may have made it look messy…

This is the first few lines for a book I’m writing. Good or crap?

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Who would have ever guessed that garden gnomes made such excellent projectiles? Squinting in the dark bliss, me and my partners in crime watched as the petit, plastic lawn ornament busted through the window of North Central High and crashed down upon the freshman dancing inside the auditorium. Their screeches of confusion and panic confirmed a job well done. Giving each other a nod of approval, we realized it was just about time for us to run for our lives as the gymnasium doors were kicked open by none other than our physical education teacher and football coach, Mr. Hush, shorty-shorts and all.
“Hold it right there, ya jerkoffs!!!” He exclaimed after giving an ear splitting blow into his whistle.
We were about a good ten or twelve yards away by the time he started sprinting after us. Despite being our guide on the path of health and fitness, Mr. Hush wasn’t in very good shape himself. He wasn’t all that old either; just about 29 or 30. Regardless of this, however, he was balder than a baboon’s ass. Just as red though, as he cursed and swore after us in the darkness, making ridiculous threats and remarks, such as contacting the FBI and tying our spinal cords in to knots when he caught up with us.
Glancing over my shoulder, the little speck about a kilometer away ceased its trash talking and collapsed in the parking lot of the school.

This is the first few lines for a book I’m writing. Good or crap?

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Who would have ever guessed that garden gnomes made such excellent projectiles? Squinting in the dark bliss, me and my partners in crime watched as the petit, plastic lawn ornament busted through the window of North Central High and crashed down upon the freshman dancing inside the auditorium. Their screeches of confusion and panic confirmed a job well done. Giving each other a nod of approval, we realized it was just about time for us to run for our lives as the gymnasium doors were kicked open by none other than our physical education teacher and football coach, Mr. Hush, shorty-shorts and all.
“Hold it right there, ya jerkoffs!!!” He exclaimed after giving an ear splitting blow into his whistle.
We were about a good ten or twelve yards away by the time he started sprinting after us. Despite being our guide on the path of health and fitness, Mr. Hush wasn’t in very good shape himself. He wasn’t all that old either; just about 29 or 30. Regardless of this, however, he was balder than a baboon’s ***. Just as red though, as he cursed and swore after us in the darkness, making ridiculous threats and remarks, such as contacting the FBI and tying our spinal cords in to knots when he caught up with us.
Glancing over my shoulder, the little speck about a kilometer away ceased its trash talking and collapsed in the parking lot of the school.

his is the first few lines for a book I’m writing. Good or crap?

****

Who would have ever guessed that garden gnomes made such excellent projectiles? Squinting in the dark bliss, me and my partners in crime watched as the petit, plastic lawn ornament busted through the window of North Central High and crashed down upon the freshman dancing inside the auditorium. Their screeches of confusion and panic confirmed a job well done. Giving each other a nod of approval, we realized it was just about time for us to run for our lives as the gymnasium doors were kicked open by none other than our physical education teacher and football coach, Mr. Hush, shorty-shorts and all.
“Hold it right there, ya jerkoffs!!!” He exclaimed after giving an ear splitting blow into his whistle.
We were about a good ten or twelve yards away by the time he started sprinting after us. Despite being our guide on the path of health and fitness, Mr. Hush wasn’t in very good shape himself. He wasn’t all that old either; just about 29 or 30. Regardless of this, however, he was balder than a baboon’s ***. Just as red though, as he cursed and swore after us in the darkness, making ridiculous threats and remarks, such as contacting the FBI and tying our spinal cords in to knots when he caught up with us.
Glancing over my shoulder, the little speck about a kilometer away ceased its trash talking and collapsed in the parking lot of the school.