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To: Moosie who wrote (529)	8/5/1999 11:48:00 AM
From: E'Lane	Respond to of 26417

Now, if that doesn't get a reprimand from doc, life ain't fair!!! TDF! Moosie...thought you were gonna say something about "schweetie on a late night frog hunt in the pool"! How am I gonna get gone if you keep getting my attention? {{{Moosie}}} E!..easily distracted :)

To: Moosie who wrote (529)	8/5/1999 8:06:00 PM
From: E'Lane	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 26417

too much idle time... THE TEACHER'S GIFT The florist's son handed his teacher a gift. She shook it overhead and said, "I bet I know what it is -- some flowers." "That's right," the boy said, "but how did you know?" "Oh, just a wild guess," she said. The next pupil was the candy store owner's daughter. The teacher held her gift overhead, shook it, and said, "I bet I can guess what it is -- a box of candy." "That's right, but how did you know?" asked the girl. "Oh, just a wild guess," said the teacher. The next gift was a large box from the son of the liquor storeowner. The teacher started to hold it overhead, but it was leaking. She touched a drop of the leakage with her finger and tasted it. Is it wine?" she asked. "No," the boy replied. Puzzled, the teacher repeated the process, touching another drop of the leakage to her tongue."Is it champagne?" she asked. "No," the boy replied. The teacher then said, "I give up, what is it?" \| \| \| \| \| \| \| \| \| \| \| The boy replied happily, "It's a Puppy."

To: Moosie who wrote (529)	8/6/1999 1:30:00 PM
From: Lazarus Long	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 26417

Well, Miss E! was too 'shamed to post this, but... I sure as heck ain't... LOL! "The Battle Hymn of the Ranapublic" by John Boardman Mine ears have heard the croaking of the Giant Barded Frogs. They are swimming through the marshes, they are leaping over logs. They are eagerly devouring people, vampire bats, and dogs, As they go hopping on! Glory, glory, ribbit ribbit! Glory, glory, ribbit ribbit! Glory, glory, ribbit ribbit! As they go hopping on! Their hides are leather shields on which a sword has never stung. They have claws upon the forefeet, they have barbs upon the toungue With which they torture women who are sensitive and young As they go hopping on! They have armor-plated eyeballs and their teeth are made of brass, Their breath corrodes titanium, their voices shatter glass, They shoot snake venom from their jaws and napalm out their ass, As they go hopping on! They'll jump a seven-meter fence, they'll float like a balloon. They'll swim like Flipper's brothers and they're fast as a typhoon. In fact, they say that Armstrong found a couple on the Moon, As they go hopping on!