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To: Poet who wrote (2713)	10/14/2002 10:45:57 AM
From: Original Mad Dog	Respond to of 7689

They threw fruit??? Cool. <g> I think the parties at your house are more fun than the parties at My House. What kind of fruit? Was it bananas, mashed against the floor and counters in a rotting ripeness? Or was it oranges, their juices and acids seeping out over the furniture, rotting it clean through? Or perhaps blueberries, permanently staining the curtains purple (since there are no "blue" foods)? Maybe you were lucky and it was cantaloupe or watermelon......and it was just scoop and mop and you were done. If I were you I would have left it there and seen what they did about it in the morning. (They probably would have thrown it some more <g>)

To: Poet who wrote (2713)	10/14/2002 11:58:18 AM
From: Lazarus_Long	Respond to of 7689

My plan is to leave the house at 7 for a local coffee shop and to not return until noon. You figure they need more time to finish taking the place apart? :-)

To: Poet who wrote (2713)	10/14/2002 9:29:54 PM
From: E	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 7689

What had happened when you got home? Had the mess been cleaned up? The first time I ever babysat, a bunch of boys who knew I was going to be there (they were friends from the neighborhood), came over and like an idiot I let them in "just for a minute," and they went wild and made a big mess. I can't remember how I got them out. I might have called my parents. But I had to clean up the whole house before the people got home. Which I did, and found a broken spoon. What a nightmare. I had to confess what had happened. Of course they never asked me to babysit again. The spoon had had some special significance to them. It's an oddly painful memory. (Shame.)