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To: Rambi who wrote (57140)	12/14/2000 10:13:27 PM
From: Mac Con Ulaidh	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Toooo graphic. Makes me queasy to hear it. So the day was a success? After much guidance from a couple of women in the store and making a call home, I managed to buy clothes for a 12 year old girl. I could dress her just fine fashion wise, but I don't understand that sizing thing, and are you child or jr then or..or.. It made my head hurt. And the clothes made me think I'd stepped back into the late sixties/early seventies. Now she just needs a bean bag chair and black light poster. Maybe a Buddha incense burner.

To: Rambi who wrote (57140)	12/14/2000 10:48:33 PM
From: Justin C	Respond to of 71178

Upchuck A regurgitation variation that one of my brothers picked up while in the Air Force was ... Heaving Jonah. Sort of has a Biblical proportion to it.

To: Rambi who wrote (57140)	12/14/2000 11:14:38 PM
From: Ilaine	Respond to of 71178

I am eating a doggy bag, well, a box, really, of Chinese food that my husband brought back from the shopping trip. I was considering why reading about vomit while I eat isn't making more than just a LITTLE queasy. Flash back to the dinner table while my father was in dental school. There was the dead cat he dissected in the kitchen, and the cadaver scapular he boiled in one of the pots. When he was in college he went from door to door selling aluminum pots, very nice ones, and we had a very nice set. The one he boiled the scapular in my mother threw away, and so that size pot we just didn't have. On a different, but related topic, were the two alligator gars he brought home from fishing and put in the bathtub. I don't really know why he did that. I'll have to ask. And I've already regaled the thread with the night he drove the station wagon into the hog. I guess that explains a lot.