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To: Rambi who wrote (44743)	7/10/1999 10:04:00 AM
From: epicure	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

Atta Girl.

To: Rambi who wrote (44743)	7/10/1999 6:35:00 PM
From: Krowbar	Respond to of 108807

Oops, I guess you read what I said to Christine. Anyway, it's only to my wife that I described you as about 60 years old. On this thread I said that you were pretty and looked about 26, just like you said I should. I got a regular hot meal today. Hey guys, I think that it is better to keep 'em guessing. Del

To: Rambi who wrote (44743)	7/10/1999 9:42:00 PM
From: E	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

Del is not the only person on this thread who has personally seen Rambi, and I feel reluctantly forced by a love of truth to say that my informant said "gorgeous," and "looks late 30's." I believe Del is old and his eyesight and judgement are fading. Probably his memory, too. I understand his wife is looking for a Home to put him in.

To: Rambi who wrote (44743)	7/12/1999 12:01:00 PM
From: Thomas C. White	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

"Oooooo, Dellie, what a man!!!! What an afternoon!!!!!!!! Let's do it again SOOON!!!!" May I assume you underscored "it"? And put the cutest little smiley face at the end? La belle dame sans merci. Reminds me of the time oh so long ago when I had a certain female I'd long had in the Norden bombsight over for wine and cheese. And another one called (a "regular"). Me like a blathering idiot having forgotten to turn down the volume control on the answering machine, she proceeded to launch into a heart rending tale of how she was calling from Houston City Jail, that she'd had a couple (well, six) unpaid driving and parking tickets, and they'd shoved her in the lockdown until she could get someone (namely me) to come up with the money. No personal checks accepted, thank you. So, off went Sir Galahad to the ATM machine to bail her out. Although she was terribly understanding about my unscheduled departure, I never saw the wine and cheese one again I'm afraid.