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To: Barney who wrote (28204)	6/13/2003 12:16:14 PM
From: backman	Respond to of 62549

The Beach Girl > > A couple lived near the ocean and used to walk on the beach a lot. > One summer they noticed a girl who was at the beach pretty much every day. > > She wasn't unusual, nor was the travel bag she carried, except for one > thing; > she would approach people who were sitting on the beach, glance around, > then speak to them. Generally the people would shake their heads and she > would wander off, > but occasionally someone would nod and there would be a quick exchange of > money and something she carried in her bag. > > The couple assumed she was selling drugs, and debated calling the cops, > but since they didn't know for sure they just continued to watch her. > > After a couple of weeks the wife said, "Honey, have you ever noticed that > she only talks to people with boom boxes and other electronic devices?" > He hadn't and said so. > > Then she said, "Tomorrow I want you to get a towel and our big radio and > go lie out on the beach. Then we can find out what she's really doing." > > So the husband went out and laid on the beach. The wife was almost > hopping up and down with anticipation, hoping for a big drug bust and > that she and her husband would be heroes. > > She saw the girl talk to her husband and then leave. > The man got up and met his wife at the road. > > "Well, is she selling drugs?" she asked excitedly. > > "No, she's not," he said, enjoying this probably more than he should have. > > > "Well, What is it, then? What does she do?" his wife fairly shrieked. > > The man grinned and said, "Her name is Sally. She asks people if they need batteries." > > "Batteries?" cried the wife. > > "Yes," he replied. (OK here it comes.....) . > . > . > . > "Sally sells C-cells by the sea shore!" >

To: Barney who wrote (28204)	6/13/2003 1:29:35 PM
From: Ian@SI	Respond to of 62549

Fingers Damn You Johnny One day a 5th grade class was taking a field trip but the weather was extremely bad and the trip was to be delayed and they had to stay in a hotel for the night. So Little Johnny was sleeping in the same room as his teacher. In the middle of the night the teacher woke up and was frightened by the sight of Johnny standing right over her. He asked if he could sleep with her cause he couldn't sleep. She said okay, then Johnny asked to lay a little closer and she said okay. Then he asked if he could put his finger in her belly button and she said "NO" "But my mommy lets me do it when I can't sleep and it helps." So the teacher says, "Okay fine, do whatever your mom lets you do." A few minutes later the teacher says "OH. that's not my bellybutton." And Little Johnny says, "that's not my finger."