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To: patron_anejo_por_favor who wrote (290284)	7/2/2004 6:48:46 PM
From: Jane4IceCream	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 436258

<Stolen from a Yahoo thread> My wife and I were watching the Discovery Channel special about an African bush tribe whose men all had penises 24 inches long. When males reach a certain age, a string is tied around their penises. And on the other end is a weight. After awhile, the weight stretches the penis to 24 inches. Later that evening as I was getting out of the shower, my wife looked down at me and said, "How about we try the African string and weight procedure?" I agreed and she tied a string and weight to my penis. A few days later, my wife asked, "How is our little tribal experiment coming along?" "Well, it looks like we're about half way there" I replied. "Wow, you've grown to 12 inches??" "No...........it's turned black." Ha Ha Jane

To: patron_anejo_por_favor who wrote (290284)	7/2/2004 8:40:57 PM
From: Terry Maloney	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 436258

C'mon man, he was cool ... even Neil Young thought so. <g> Aurora Borealis, the icy sky at night Paddles cut the water, in a long and hurried flight From the white man, to the fields of green And the homeland, we've never seen They killed us in our teepees, and they cut our women down They might have left some babies, cryin' on the ground But the firesticks, and the wagons come And the night falls, on the settin' sun They massacred the buffalo, kitty corner from the bank The taxis run across my feet, and my eyes have turned to blanks In my little box, at the top of the stairs With my Indian rug, and a pipe to share I wish I was a trapper, I would give a thousand pelts To sleep with Pocahontas, and find out how she felt In the mornin', on the fields of green In the homeland, we've never seen And maybe Marlon Brando, will be there by the fire We'll sit and talk of Hollywood, and the good things there for hire And the Astrodome, and the first teepee Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me