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"Lindgren, Jon" wrote:
>

>I can imagine.  All of the fat ladies who had previously bought 8 pillows a
>piece decided they loved me, and wanted to show how much they love me by
>surrounding me as I walked home to Brooklyn.

You just _have_ to give us their phone numbers so that we can invite
them to sit at the table next to us at dba some night when you are
planning to show up...

>That said, I'm hoping for this Thursday.  Something will happen, though.
>Rogue commet.  The measels.  Getting wickedly drunk on Weds.  Something
>always happens.

mumps.  the mugwump.

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    Roland Dowdeswell                      http://www.Imrryr.ORG/~elric/