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To: elpolvo who wrote (17295)	10/4/2002 11:42:47 PM
From: abuelita	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 104197

bly are you watching the louie vitton yacht race now? exciting stuff. c.elebrex

To: elpolvo who wrote (17295)	10/5/2002 7:35:47 AM
From: Clappy	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 104197

"i'm not that hungry. i think i'll just order the Anna-Rexxican." <Rimshot and a half!> The waitress either laughed hysterically or smiled with one of those fake "I think I'm supposed to laugh" faces as she tries to figure that one out. Then she will walk around with that unsolved joke in her head until finally she either hears a Karen Carpenter song or a 20/20 News special about anorexia nervosa. Then you'd probably see her laughing her head off at an inappropriate time... Speaking of laughing at inappropriate times... Have any of you done that? Laugh at a time where you know you were not supposed to? And you can't stop... It used to happen all the time to my brothers and I at church while we were growing up. There we all would be taking up approximately half of the pew. There would come a time where the filled church would become rather quiet. Then something would pop into our head's that was funny and we would struggle to contain the snark sounds. Funneling all that laugher out of our noses as we fought off the each giggle, often resulted in nostril sounds that helped only to compound the laughter. It all would start off with something rather simple like a small white thread clinging to the rather large polyester backside of the woman sitting in from of us. Every time she would stand up my brother would point at it while highlighting the new wound shape it had formed since the last time she sat down on it. I'd begin biting my lip as hard as I could stand the pain but the laughter would still escape. I'd fight for control and settle down for a second but then seeing my bother's big smile through my peripheral vision, would cause me to snark even louder. By then it was too late. My parents had taken notice of us. So had some of the surrounding families. I knew within a second I was about to receive a very painful pinch from my embarrassed mother as she stared forward pretending nothing was going on. My two brothers and I would stand at attention like new recruits before a drill sergeant, but then that darn thread would move again as it attempted to uncurl and escape the beefy posterior wrapped in stretchable material. Triple snark. Like three of the organ pipes we would sound off in unison as the air escaped our tightly squeezed inner nostril ducts. As the priest was explaining how water was being transformed into wine, another miracle was taking place. Compressed laughs were being transformed into water as tears would come rolling down our face from squinting so hard. Surely we were going to get into some major trouble. Then would come the strong grip of Dad's hand as he rearranged the seating assignments of us three cackling idiots. That would settle us down for 10 seconds until my brothers sweated leg would rub up against the polished wooden bench and create a squeaky slight fart sound. Oh the pain form laughing from when you are not supposed too! My face and stomach hurt. Within seconds Dad was dragging us outside the church to find out what the heck was so funny. He acted really angry but I could see a smile return to his face as soon as he saw the large lady with the short white curly thread as it uncurled like a snake charmer's pet while the organ music slowly played. Snark. Snark. -PeppyLePew