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To: Gauguin who wrote (32976)	7/25/1999 1:20:00 AM
From: Jacques Chitte	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

I wouldn't complain half as much (okay, maybe half) if those m...ommies didn't leave those infernal itchy welts I always scratch open. Then they itch and weep and ruin my sheets. Does meditating while they shoot you up with malarial pestilent insect-halitosis heebie-jeebie juice make their bites not itch? Taht'd be a real neat trick. The only way I'd let'm bite me was if I was under medication. (Course then they'd talk it around and line up - Hey! Cheap buzz over at Lather's ankle!) Somebody should come up with a pill that makes the skeeter Real Sorry she bit me. Hey. Maybe I'll dab some Advantage on my neck. <edit> Do the mosquitoes at beach parties get ripped, I wonder.

To: Gauguin who wrote (32976)	7/25/1999 9:22:00 AM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (4) \| Respond to of 71178

If a mosquito that bites you then goes and bites Lather, are you blood brothers? ALthough I guess according to your theory, it would land on him and think, Nope, no good, can't bite this guy. In which case, the fact that LLR and you seem very attractive to mosquitos means you have a lot of people who don't like you. Mosquitos don't bite me. I must have no enemies. I thought I just smelled funny or something. Or maybe that kid in third grade was right and I have no blood. Mosquitos may know these things. I am leaving now for The Big Performance. We got rave reviews Friday night. THe critics were kind, being all parents and friends. And my hands are sweaty. You'd think at my age I could be in a children's play without stage fright. Wrong. Of course, I might be sweating because I have to wear a sweatsuit and it's 100 degrees here. I look like a big blueberry. With feet. A California raisin pre-sun. I must get into character now. I picture myself as Olga, the ex-Olympic discus thrower. Dosvidanya, children. (I know I probably spelled that wrong, joan, but I lost my script.)