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To: Peter S. Maroulis who wrote (16148)	9/14/2000 10:04:42 AM
From: OldAIMGuy	Respond to of 62554

Dosa Tree Bearsa --------------------- (disa libreto isa for doze lika reada oud louda) Onzapona dime, er oaza tree bearsa. Momma Beare, Papa Beare, ana Bebe Beare. Liva ina countri. Niza ausa! No Mortgiggia! By ana by, dosa tree bearsa paka lunch an goa to beecha. Atsa nice! Itsa guda dime! By ana by, commsa GoldiLocksa. She garra nadding to do batta maka trable. She go ina ausa an eata alla fuda. No leeva crumma! Dan she sleepa in alla bedsa. Maka biga mess! Lezi slobba! By ana by, commsa oma dosa tree bearsa alla sonnebronne ana sanda ina shoosa. Day go ina ausa ana see biga mess! Day go uppa stairsa ana finda biga mess! An der aina no fuda ana Bebe Beara eeza cryin! So! Warra day gonna do? Tro GoldiLocksa ina streeta? No, itsa okay. Day alla sleepa ona floora. By ana by, coma bigga trable justa becausa day ask GoldiLocksa to clean upa messa. Ana she yella, "Goto Ella!" ana run oma cryin to er momma, tellin' 'em wat zonzabeeches dosa tree bears r! So! Watsdiuse? Waddiagonna du? Go complaina zittihalla?

To: Peter S. Maroulis who wrote (16148)	9/14/2000 11:20:19 AM
From: Mike 2.0	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 62554

TFRR-a theif at confession A man went to confession. "Forgive me Father," he said, "for I have sinned." "How did you sin, my boy?" asked the priest. "I stole some bricks," the man said. "I see. How many bricks?" "Well, about enough to line a small garden." "Hmmm. Well, my boy," said the priest, "stealing is serious, but fortunately you did not steal very many bricks --" "Not so fast, father," the man interrupted. "The next day, I stole some more bricks." "You did?" said the priest. "Yes, enough to build a garage." "My boy, this is indeed serious..." "...and just yesterday, I stole some more bricks." "Good heavens, my boy! How many bricks did you steal this time?!" "Enough to build a whole house!" blurted out the man. "This is terrible," said the priest. "For your sin, you will have to make a nouvena." "Make a nouvena?" said the man. "No problem, Father! I don't know what a nouvena is, but if you can get the blueprints, I know where I can get the bricks!"