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   From: spooge@databasix.com   
      
   Curly Surmudgeon  wrote in   
   news:498dc295$0$11652$7836cce5@newsrazor.net:   
      
   > On Sat, 07 Feb 2009 03:29:42 -0600, John \"C\" wrote:   
   >   
   >> "Kali"  wrote in message   
   >>>   
   >>> When he realizes he can bullshit you he'll plonk you. Or maybe not.   
   >>> I miss him :)   
   >>> --   
   >>> Kali   
   >>   
   >> You miss your brain, you Stupid Skank !!   
   >   
   > I remember Tommy, in second grade, who would haunt Maggie.  At   
   > lunchtime Tommy would bump into her, at recess he would somehow wind   
   > up wherever Maggie was.  He's say mean things about her and sometimes   
   > steal her pudding.   
   >   
   > This continued throughout grade school.  Even after being reprimanded   
   > by teachers and the Vice Principle until, in fifth grade, Maggie's   
   > family moved to another school district and she tearfully said good   
   > bye to her friends.  Tommy wasn't one of them and was heartbroken.   
   > After school we heard odd noises coming from behind the hedge row and   
   > found Tommy gasping in great big sobs of despair endlessly repeating,   
   > "No!  Noooooo, my Maggie is goooonnnneeee.........hack, snort, . .   
   > sob. .  ."   
   >   
   > Tommy never recovered fully.  He never found another love to torture.   
   > In high school he left in 10th grade, arrested for setting a Mama cat   
   > on fire and stomping the kittens into mush.  We rarely saw Tommy   
   > thereafter but, being a small town, he did appear in the newspaper   
   > every so often.  Usually it was some petty crime like vagrancy,   
   > shoplifting, or public intoxication.   
   >   
   > After my military stint I took some time to travel and stopped by my   
   > old hometown for a few days.  One night some buddies and I went to the   
   > neighborhood bar to see some old friends.  When we left there was this   
   > foul-smelling wino a few in a doorway between the bar and the local   
   > 7-11.   
   >   
   > He was drooling and talking to himself with a bottle of cheap wine on   
   > the stoop.  The only words I could make out were, "...my Maggie..."   
      
   Spot on, unfortunately JC won't understand a lick of it because you used   
   words with more than 5 letters.  Way beyond his comprehension.   
      
      
      
   --   
   Let me say   
   Pepsi Generation   
   A few lines   
   Of misinformation   
   Watch your money   
   Flow away oh so quick   
   To kill yourself properly,   
   Coke is it   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)