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To: John Carragher who wrote (14893)	6/7/2000 2:16:00 PM
From: The Rabbit	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 62550

All was quiet until the little one started to sing in a loud voice, "Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you..." My mom tells me I did this during a tour of Carlsbad Caverns when I was about 1. There's a point where the guide turns off all the lights to show us all how dark it gets. Then he lights a candle. Apparently I had the guide so flustered that he had to quietly go over the whole tour again until he got to where he left us off.

To: John Carragher who wrote (14893)	6/17/2000 11:09:00 PM
From: John Messbauer	Respond to of 62550

Steve, not the brightest guy in the world, went duck hunting with his friend Randy. A flock of ducks flew over head and Randy shot at them. One fell down on the beach, dead. Steve walked over and looked at it. "Hey, Randy," he said, "that was a waste of ammunition to shoot that duck. The fall alone would have killed it." ------------------------------------------------------------ They say you shouldn't say anything about the dead unless it's good. He's dead? Good. ------------------------------------------------------------ A woman's place is in the home... And she should go directly there, right after work. ------------------------------------------------------------ A guy had been feeling down for so long that he finally decided to seek the aid of a psychiatrist. He went there, laid on the couch, spilled his guts then waited for the profound wisdom of the psychiatrist to make him feel better. The psychiatrist asked me a few questions, took some notes then sat thinking in silence for a few minutes with a puzzled look on his face. Suddenly, he looked up with an expression of delight and said, "Um, I think your problem is low self-esteem. It is very common among losers." ------------------------------------------------------------