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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Thomas C. White who wrote (53359)	7/13/2000 11:38:08 PM
From: Rambi	Respond to of 71178

The invitation appeared to be printed by an erratic hand on a large dried banana leaf. She lay back in the hammock where she had spent most of the afternoon practicing her marksmanship and painting her toenails. She With the Brain of a Pet Rock had for unknown reasons bought several cases of spaghettios and left them at the mouth of the cave with a sticky smileyface note that read "Thinking of you!" Rambi had lined the red and white cans up opposite the hammock for a little target practice, the can in the middle bedecked with the sticky smiley note on which she had drawn a primitive likeness of her jailer/creator . The ground now resembled the devastated battlefield of an army caught while eating its spaghettio dinner, the scent of tomato and oregano all that remained. She yawned, delicately patting her pouting Precious Pink lips which perfectly matched her Precious Pink toenails, with the muzzle of the uzi and glanced down again at the banana leaf. A clever marketing idea? It wouldn't be the first time she had been the recipient of this kind of free offer, of course. The FBI had even asked her to go through their training program just so they could use her image on their recruitment brochure. She declined, reminding them that she had developed not only that course, but several others, including programs for the Navy Seals, the Air Rescue Parajumpers and the most demanding of all, the Labor Day Sales Survival Course. But her Jungle skills could use a little brushing up, and best of all it she could accomplish this goal and also enjoy a week of spa treatments and gourmet meals, guaranteed to take the pounds off. She gazed down at the tummy rounding slightly over last year’s lightweight leather thong with dissatisfaction and nodded. Yes, a few nights of exploding sauteed leeches on a bed of slivered palmetto salad might not be so bad. She stretched langorously and rose with a lithe feline grace, deciding that she would give El Presidente Supremo a call in the morning graciously accepting his kind invitation. What was his name again? Sr. Guillermo F. Gonzales Quiros Juan Hourquescos Saldiver There was something familiar about that name..but what? a cold shiver swept through her and she caught once again a faint whiff of chicken.