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To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (5472)	3/5/2000 12:08:00 PM
From: X Y Zebra	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13018

The truth is that neither sex, without some fertilization by the complementary characters of the other, is capable of the highest reaches of human endeavor. Man, without a saving touch of woman in him, is too doltish, too naive and romantic, too easily deluded and lulled to sleep by his imagination to be anything above a cavalryman, a theologian or a stock-broker. And woman, without some trace of that divine innocence which is masculine, is too harshly the realist for those vast projections of the fancy which lie at the heart of what we call genius. Here, as elsewhere in the universe, the best effects are obtained by a mingling of elements. H. L. Mencken

To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (5472)	3/6/2000 10:12:00 PM
From: Volsi Mimir	Respond to of 13018

Terence I believe was a caveman HA HA--- ain't we all. HEY WILMA!!! Why don't you call Barney and Betty over tonite for some good ole Bedrock strip-poker and I'll find the marked deck. HeHe... See if she can bring some of her friends over. How about Hot Lips Hannigan,or Larry Lava and Sherry Foxasaurus...and maybe Ann-Margrock and Lenny Grassostone, Rocky Genial or the Great Mesmo, mr.markozilla and and Rambycus...everyone you know ... more the merrier.... We can't lose. YABBA DABBA DOOOO! HEHE but remember to tell Lenny to leave his club outside -- - and quit chasing our cat --poor ole Baby Puss almost got caught last time. Geez can you imagine that fur flying! HEY WILMA--- I wrote you a love poem cause you know your the one and only baby... I love thee Wilma, with hair like silk, Lips like cherries, skin like milk, Your shell-like ears, your dainty hands, And eyes so black, like frying pans And when you in my arms are in, My love how can you doubt? I quiver just like geletin, And sometimes even break out. You're a perfect peach, my love, Together we're a pear (pair), You're sweet, you're nice, you're paradise, And all kinna stuff like that there. (real poem from Flintsones but personalities are ficticious and not even remotely familar and names were changed to protect me from their rath.) ~Fred