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To: JF Quinnelly who wrote (56305)	10/22/2000 3:50:05 PM
From: haqihana	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

JF, Now, don't go pickin on a Texas girl. Us good ole boys don't cotton to that. ~;=;o --haqi

To: JF Quinnelly who wrote (56305)	10/22/2000 4:01:30 PM
From: Justin C	Respond to of 71178

S'pose PETA would look down its nose at us if we joined hands and sang this old tune? Crossin' the highway late last night, He shoulda looked left and he shoulda looked right, He didn't see the station wagon, car, The skunk got squashed and there you are! You got yer Dead skunk in the middle of the road, Dead skunk in the middle of the road, Dead skunk in the middle of the road, Dead skunk in the middle of the road, Stinkin' to high heaven! Take a whiff on me, that ain't no rose! Roll up yer window and hold yer nose ...

To: JF Quinnelly who wrote (56305)	10/23/2000 9:06:13 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

That skunk is eating better than Tesh and Myers. Now he's started getting into the garbage. Excuse ME. Like I'm not putting enough food out for him? We saw the most depressing play Sat night. The Beauty Queen of Leenane, a dysfunctional family Irish play. It was a slow starter, and we were all yawning, but in the middle of the second act, things started picking up. The mean old mom had burned a letter from the daughter's boyfriend over the stove. About five minutes later, while the mom and daughter are yelling at each other, we started noticing smoke coming out of the fake stove where she had dropped the burning paper. The actors ignored it. So we thought- well, maybe it's part of the play or something, and it always does this, and it'll go out. The smoke starts getting thicker and drifting out over the audience. Then the people sitting on that side of the stage start coughing. I'm looking up at this smoke heading toward the ceiling and wondering if there's an alarm system or sprinklers that are going to cut on any minute. THe woman in front of us must have been thinking hte same thing; she was draping her coat over her head. Everyone in the place is murmuring and watching the smoke. Except the actors who are still saying their lines- not that anyone is listening to them anymore. The smoke is pouring out of the corners of the stove and the sides and the top...and then the flames start. The actors never miss a line-- never even glance over at it. Finally this woman comes out carrying a big bottle of water and pours it into the stove. There's a huge sigh of relief from the audience and FINALLY, the old mother looks toward the stove and at this stagehand and says, "Daughter, there seems to be one of the wee folk in our kitchen". The audience cheered and applauded and the play actually picked up after that. I think we all felt closer after going through near-asphyxiation together or something. Ammo's favorite part of the play was when the daughter took off her clothes and the boyfriend grabbed her breasts. Acting is looking better and better to him.