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To: lurqer who wrote (1220)	1/24/2000 12:24:00 AM
From: elpolvo	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 35685

thanks lurqing dude sounds like i'll be putting this one on my wish list at amazon.com (hint, hint) (joke, joke) <he's kidding>. i like harry s. dent. i owe him at least enough to cover the cost of another book. re: That's O.K. Word play is great! O.K. <the polvster reaches into his pocket dictionary picking out a nice, hard, round word and tosses it into the air. winding, unwinding, he takes a mighty bambino swing, missing it by less than the distance between the Q and the W keys. he stoops and picks it up again, waving to the lurqing dude to move further back, closer to the fence.> <he makes another vertical toss but momentarily loses his balance. the word comes down on the handle end of the bat and bounces away foul. it rolls to a stop in front of downsouth's bare feets.> <downsy stares down at the word for a moment, picks it up and glares menacingly back at el polvo. he turns his head and spits a load of JW terbackey juice into the dugout behind him. "yuk." slowly, almost insanely, he goes into the wind up... his right leg rising at least three feet - his bare toes gripping the thick night air like a crazed monkey.> <SWOOOOOSH! he lets it fly. the hard, round word rockets toward polvo's little brain at 96 mph.> <screaming like a jackal, polvie jerks his head backwards and spastically slaps out at the oncoming bullet with his stick.> <CRAAACK! the word leaves polv's stick as quickly as it arrived, heading directly over the top of the backpedaling lurqing dude's outstretched glove and into the bleachers to join with two other polvato homer words from innings two and five... forming a phrase.> <"D'oh... not again"> <"he's awesome," swoons poet, holding her hands together under her soft blushing cheek.> i like you lurqing dude. thanks for letting me play. -polvie