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To: elpolvo who wrote (3285)	2/10/2000 4:08:00 AM
From: Ed Forrest	Respond to of 35685

elpolvo ROTFLMAO :)Whoa nellie.

To: elpolvo who wrote (3285)	2/10/2000 6:23:00 AM
From: lurqer	Respond to of 35685

<lurqer, sitting on the porch swing, fist in front of chest, with a raised thumb.> [Hey, a roman sign for a LATIN-american phrase.] lurking... lurqer

To: elpolvo who wrote (3285)	2/10/2000 7:15:00 AM
From: Dealer	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 35685

<Miss dealer after washing red dust off my entire being> <ROTFLMAF> Tears in my eyes partly from respect for the porch anthem but mostly because of pride.....pride that one so close to us all can publish such eloquent literary pieces. Please! Please! Polvie would you play that athem one more time? "Hit It" This old porch is like a big old red and white Hereford bull Standing under a mesquite tree Out in Agua Dulce And he just keeps on playing hide and seek With that hot August sun Just a-sweatin' and a-pantin' Cause his work is never done And this old porch is like a steaming, greasy plate of enchiladas With lots of cheese and onions And a guacamole salad And you can get'em down at the LaSalle Hotel In old downtown With iced tea and a waitress And she will smile every time And this old porch is the Palace walk-in On the main street of Texas That's never seen the day Of G and R and Xs With that '62 poster That's almost faded down And a screen without a picture Since Giant came to town And this old porch is like a weathered, gray-haired Seventy years of Texas Who's doing all he can Not to give in to the city And he always takes the rent late So long as I run his cattle And he picks me up at dinnertime And I listen to him rattle He says the Brazos still runs muddy Just like she's run all along And there ain't never been no cane to grind The cotton's all but gone And you know this brand new Chevrolet Hell it was something back in '60 But now there won't nobody listen to him 'Cause they all think he's crazy And this old porch is just a long time Of waiting and forgetting And remembering the coming back And not crying about the leaving And remembering the falling down And the laughter of the curse of luck From all of those passerbys Who said we'd never get back up This old porch is just a long time Of waiting and forgetting And remembering the coming back And not crying about the leaving And remembering the falling down And the laughter of the curse of luck From all of those sons-of-bitches Now I can go on about my day!!!!!!!!!! Good Day! dealer

To: elpolvo who wrote (3285)	2/10/2000 8:22:00 AM
From: Jill	Respond to of 35685

Polvito mio, dust mite extraordinaire, ruff-cuff bringer of signs and songs: That was great! That's up there with Voltaire's rants. I think we'd better start the Porch Clubhouse, to post the classic posts on this porch, now don't you think???? Polvie, you're smart, I got a question. See Uncle Frank over there chatting up his buddies? How come he has to get as rich as a fiber-swilling filthy-rich adolescent hunk in order for his wife to go get a boy-toy? That's what he told me last night. I'm confused. Will ya get back to me on that? Indigo Option Girl