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To: jpmac who wrote (32878)	7/23/1999 6:15:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Respond to of 71178

Hmmmmm. That might be the job opening we've searched all our lives for. "I'm the cracker for Jack." We'd be famous. At last!

To: jpmac who wrote (32878)	7/23/1999 6:18:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

PS: They're certainly not wasting any money on prizes, are they. eom

To: jpmac who wrote (32878)	7/23/1999 6:32:00 PM
From: Ish	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

<<Shaggy sheep seek shears. Short sheriffs shoot shoes. >> You wanna try to say that drunk? Or I'm not a fig picker or a fig picker's son, but I'll pluck the figs 'till the fig plucker come. Went to a party and if you screwed it up you had to chug. Before the night was over we had a barn full of swine breeders. <<From my surprise inside my Cracker Jacks:>> What a memory. My first Cracker Jacks were on a trip to Canada when I was about 8. Loved them. The out house was across a field of blueberries so I had to peek around the corner of the cabin to look for bears before doing the quarter moon sprint. The adults would come in at 11 for lunch. They always had a few drinks and some booze was left in the glasses. The other boy in camp was 12 and figured we could add a shot or two to the mix. I can remember standing in the blueberries in my skivies yelling at the bears. I'm tamer now.