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To: elpolvo who wrote (23514)	2/21/2003 1:52:23 AM
From: stockman_scott	Respond to of 104181

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To: elpolvo who wrote (23514)	2/21/2003 2:06:12 AM
From: abuelita	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 104181

amante- dar's cd is not a 5-star. these are the selections i like the most: - mercy of the fallen - the beauty of the rain - the one who knows (written for our daughters) - closer to me (it grows on you) - whispering pines i'll be interested in hearing which ones you like. i think you'll be more discerning. after many weeks of abstinence, i've enjoyed a couple very dry gin martinis tonight (read gin and ice due to lack of vermouth). it's nice <s> joser

To: elpolvo who wrote (23514)	2/21/2003 7:24:24 AM
From: Clappy	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 104181

i'm so happy i have your mom as a partner to love things with. between the two of us, we are always in love with something. all of us in the nnbm club are included in that loving network. I have a confession to make. One day everyone including Kath was down and out of love with everything (you might have all been sleeping and having bad dreams at the time), leaving me the sole resposibility of keeping the Love torch burning. I was doing fine. I was in love with a rock. Must have been about a 10 lb. piece of stone. It was the size of a small rump roast or a tender loin. The rock had a neat design pattern through it like quartz or marble. I was smitten in love with it. I lifted it up to take a closer look and to put a kiss on it but when I did, it slipped from my hands and landed on my big toe. I hopped up and down holding my toe cursing like a sailor. (Like the old US Navy type. Not like the Alinghi type. I don't think they know any bad words.) Anyhow I was rather pissed off for about five minutes. Wharfie saw how I let the love fire burnout. He rushed over and took what was left (the smoldering ash) and put it in his bong and quickly got it burning again. I recall him saying, "Pretty good sh!t." in between those held in coughs that escaped from his nose. Got him pretty high. Walked around the rest of the day hugging total strangers and kissing them on the forehead. I figured we were in pretty good hands so I put ice on my swollen toe and elevated it for a while. But I'm going astray here. The point is that for a brief five minute window of time none of us were in-love with anything. I wasn't gonna say anything but the guilt has been building up. Sorry 'bout that. -ClappyTheFumblerOfLove