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To: Rambi who wrote (53328)	7/12/2000 12:10:41 PM
From: Gauguin	Respond to of 71178

It's just that, you know, in the "Business Plan" sense, I think I can nauseate you, and others, for less. I had to go north for a few days, and I'm pretty sure I nauseated some people close to "free," although they supplied some of the distillates. Now that I'm back, I can't figure out what it is we do around here. Really! Altho we must do it well.

To: Rambi who wrote (53328)	7/12/2000 11:49:32 PM
From: epicure	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Eeemelda lay on her large stomach and looked morosely through the strips of plastic on the lounge chair. "AYAYAYAYAY," she thought. "Being weeedow not as much funs as I thinks be. Pooor Juans. He much beeeter man nows dead. How I theenks of heems now." She sighed. And surreptitiously began to gnaw on a frozen snickers bar she had had smuggled in by the night janitor. The Rio Ridge Fat Farm was also not as much funs as she had thought it would be. So far the only fat person here seemed to be her. She glanced angrily at at the tennis courts outside the pool fence where petite blonde women in white skirts bounced up and down in the shimmering heat vollying effortlessly. Eeemelda hated the instructors as much as the other "guests". But she hated the cooks worst of all. They served salads without marshmallows and salad dressing. They served potatos without butter and sourcream and cheese, and worst of all, there was NO ice cream. ANYWHERE. The best the janitor could do was smuggle in candy bars. Ice cream had been tried but it melted and leaked and was detected by the fat farm detective. Although the detective believed Jesus that he was, indeed, bringing a gallon of rocky road in for his dinner- it was still against the rules for any ice cream to be on the premises. A tear ran down Eeemldas cheeks. Rocky Road, Mint Chocolate, Pistachio, Jamocha Almond Fudge, Chocolate Chip, Cookie Dough...... Eeemelda sobbed. "Eeeees not fair. Nothings worth theees, not even to haves leetles Rambeesbodies. Why I let that Vaginas talks me into thees? I eees Womanly womans of Paratour. I needs to be backs to check on cheeckens and leeches and stocks. Dios Mio- who knows what that Nephews of mines doing weeth cheecken sheets gold mines." Eeemelda waddled in from the pool and went to her room to pack. She ate all the rest of the 10 King Size candy bars that Jesus had smuggled in and brazenly left the wrappers on the Seafoam bedspread. How she missed the sweet stench of chicken shit mingled with the damp odor of the leech pit. And rocky road ice cream- soon, soon.........