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To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (12382)	1/27/2002 1:56:54 PM
From: Solon	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 12754

"just remember, to be a smart aleck, first you have to be smart Atta way ta go, Fox! But aren't you taking a big chance?! Have you banned me from a response!? How are you going to be able to claim that you "won?!" How will you be able to explain afterward that you were brilliant (absolutely brilliant!!), and that your banning of me, and your subsequent attack like a wounded banshee was simply supefluous...and not at all based on your sense of inferiority, and your aversion to decency and fair play?! LOL!! But then...I have heard that it is much more difficult for a woman to play pocket pool than it is for a yellow steaked little pillow biter! It looks like the pillow biters have decided to stay on Daisy ranch, where they may pursue their sundry and revolting adventures hidden from the discerning eyes of polite society! I have heard that one is a ginny woman, so I am sure it is best that few details creep out into the world past Pillowbend Creek! I blame Peach for this. They are terrified of her; as well they should be! I rememer when Peach came to this thread with her oversized boots, and that in-your-face attitude. I knew then that we were never to know peace again. It was that day when we had the party celebrating Lee's first 6 hours of sobriety: it was at that wonderful celebration that I got my first indication of misery...that sickening presentment of viciousness to come. I had just finished throwing up...after one of the bottles of red turned out to be a bad match to the chicken. I came back in feeling a bit groggy, and I grabbed a pice of cheeze and a bottle of white--just to chase away that dizzy feeling. Well, who do you think should be standing there, just at that time? You guessed it: Little Miss Manners, herself. What does Miss Manners do? Well, first she knocks me to the floor with an old piece of scrap metal ripped off of some old car frame; then she takes the bottle away, and hands it to Druss. "Solon," she says, "there will be no more drinking from the bottle after vomitting. It leaves little food particles on the lip of the bottle which could be contaminated with parasites. Besides, you are a piss poor cook." Well, that did it. Parasites?? For pities sake, Sherry? I mean, all of us like cleanliness and all of that; but am I to live my life with a pair of jack boots standing over me--worn by someone who can't tell the difference between clean and fastidious. Anyway, thanks for standing up to me. I was beginning to think there were no real men left in the world! ;-)