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To: Jagfan who wrote (22686)	2/28/2002 3:04:00 PM
From: bosquedog	Respond to of 62549

Someone must be pregnant to have pickles with butter.<G> A man and his wife were making their first doctor visit, the wife being pregnant with their first child. After everything checked out, the doctor took a small stamp and stamped the wife's stomach with indelible ink. The couple was curious about what the stamp was for, so when they got home, the husband got out his magnifying glass to try to see what it was. In very tiny letters, the stamp said, "When you can read this, come back and see me."

To: Jagfan who wrote (22686)	2/28/2002 3:12:14 PM
From: Karen Lawrence	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 62549

I bought a pickle It cost a nickel. I had a slice. It was very nice. I had another with some butter Both sweet and dill Give me a thrill.

To: Jagfan who wrote (22686)	2/28/2002 6:10:40 PM
From: Karen Lawrence	Respond to of 62549

This past Christmas, I was rushing around trying to get some holiday shopping done. It was cold and wet in the parking lot as I was loading up my car. I heard a quiet sobbing coming from the walkway by the mall entrance. The crying was coming from a poorly dressed boy of about 12 years old. He was short and thin. He had no coat. He was just wearing a flannel shirt to protect him from the cold chill. Oddly enough, he was holding a ten dollar bill in his hand. Thinking that he had gotten lost from his parents, I asked him what was wrong. He told me his sad story. He said that he had 2 brothers and 1 sister and his mother worked two full time jobs. She made very little money to support her family. Nevertheless, she had managed to save twenty dollars to buy her children some Christmas presents. The young boy had been dropped off by his mother on her way to work. He was to use the twenty dollars to buy presents for all his siblings and save just enough to take the bus home. He had not even entered the mall when an older boy grabbed one of the ten dollar bills and disappeared into the mall. "Why didn't you scream for help?" I asked. The boy said, "I did." "And nobody came to help you?" I queried. The boy stared at the sidewalk and sadly shook his head. "How loud did you scream?" I inquired. The soft-spoken boy looked up and meekly whispered, "Help me!" I realized that absolutely no one could have heard that poor boy cry for help. So I grabbed his other ten dollar bill and ran to my car. Happy holidays everyone! Signed, Kenneth Lay Enron CEO