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Skriven 2004-11-26 20:43:00 av Greg Sears
     Kommentar till en text av GEORGE POPE
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 BBS: Milky Way Date: 11-24-04 (22:18)
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GP>GS> justifiably miffed about this. After all, this woman had CHOSEN
  >GS> to move south a couple of years ago. "Can you believe it?" she
  >GS> said to my friend. "A child of mine is going to be taaaallllkkin'
  >GS> a-liiiike thiiiissss." I can think of far worse fates than

Mr. GEORGE POPE was overheard replying To the MAN GREG SEARS

GP>The beautiful thing about Texan girls is that by the time they finish
  >getting through saying, "I'm not that kind of girl!" she already IS!!!

You must know some-body from Texas eh? '-)


>OBJoke: for our Moderator and all-round friend/servant

Its closing time at the local pub. As the bartender is putting stools
up, a filthy ragged homeless man walks in. "No free booze!", says the
bartender.  "No, all I want is one toothpick", says the homeless man.
The bartender gives him the toothpick and away he goes.

No sooner has the homeless man left, another one shows up. "What do YOU
want?", asks the bartender mopping the floor. " I would like one
toothpick my good man", says the homeless man. The bartender squints at
the homeless man, but gives him the toothpick and away he goes.

Just as the bartender is about to turn out the lights and lock up,
another homeless man appears . "I know, I know", says the bartender,
"You want a toothpick". "Oh nooo", says the homeless man, "I need a
straw".

The bartender gets him the straw ,"Here you can have this straw but I
gotta know whats going on here." "Well says the dirty homeless man, this
drunken bimbo has puked all over the alley out here, but the good bits
are already gone."

>OBJoke: for Mr. <+]::-{(} ("Cyberpope")

    When Ralph returned home one evening, his wife Ruth told him
that the new cleaning woman they had hired had stolen two towels.

    "Oh," said Ralph, who was tired from a busy day and more
interested in reclining on the sofa to watch TV.  He did mumble, "That
sure wasn't very nice."

    Ruth came back with, "That's a true statement, and they were the
two best towels we had....you remember the ones we got from the Hilton
Hotel while we were on vacation."

>OBJoke2: for Mr. <+]::-{(} ("Cyberpope")

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
                     THE DISASTER
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"Oh, No!" he gasped as he surveyed the disaster before him. Never
in his 43 years of life had he seen anything like it. How anyone
could have survived he did not know. He could only hope that
somewhere amid the overwhelming destruction he would find his
16-year-old son. Only the slim hope of finding Danny kept him
from turning and fleeing the scene.

He took a deep breath and proceeded. Walking was virtually
impossible with so many things strewn across his path. He moved
ahead slowly. "Danny! Danny!" he whispered to himself. He tripped
and almost fell several times.
He heard someone, or something, move. At least he thought he did.
Perhaps, he was just hoping he did. He shook his head and felt
his gut tighten. He couldn't understand how this could have
happened.

There was some light but not enough to see very much. Something
cold and wet brushed against his hand. He jerked it away. In
desperation, he took another step then cried out, "Danny!"

From a nearby pile of unidentified material, he heard his son.
"Yes, Dad," he said, in a voice so weak it could hardly be heard.

"It's time to get up and get ready for school," the man sighed,
"and, for heaven's sake, clean up this room."

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