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To: The Rabbit who wrote (15611)	8/8/2000 10:35:30 PM
From: SIer formerly known as Joe B.	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 62549

What are four hundred rabbits hopping backwards? . . . . . . . . . . . A receding hare line

To: The Rabbit who wrote (15611)	8/8/2000 11:40:34 PM
From: Wooly	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 62549

BABY KNOWS ALL A baby was born to a couple. When he was one, he could talk like an adult. When he was two, he could read anything. When he was three, he could do advanced calculus. When he was four, he could predict the future. One day, he made three predictions: "One year from today, I will die. Two years from today, my mother will die. Three years from today, my father will die." Sure enough, a year later the young boy died. The father, getting the picture in a big way, loaded up his wife with a million dollars in life insurance. A year later she died. The father collected the million dollar insurance benefit, and, figuring he only had a year before his own death, went on a 364-day binge. Fast cars. Faster women. Exotic vacations. Flings with supermodels. His timing was perfect, for on the 364th day, he blew the last penny on a Blue Sapphire martini and an exotic dancer with a taste for overpriced champagne and sexy lingerie. At midnight, he toasted himself, "What a way to go," and slipped off into what he assumed would be his big sleep. To his amazement, he woke up the next morning. He had cheated death! He was invincible! Then the exotic dancer with whom he'd spent the night broke the news. "Honey, better come quick. The gardener's dead."