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To: Peter V who wrote (109493)	3/12/2008 8:39:55 PM
From: Giordano Bruno	Respond to of 306849

" One day, I was in the shower singing “respect.” He and his lead guitarist burst in, had me repeat it and it started. " -Kristen wonkette.com

To: Peter V who wrote (109493)	3/13/2008 1:57:13 AM
From: Oblomov	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 306849

Christmas Card from A Hooker in Minneapolis Hey Charlie, I'm pregnant And living on Ninth Street Above a dirty book store Off Euclid Avenue I stopped taking dope Quit drinking whiskey My old man plays a trombone He works out at the track He says that he loves me Even though it's not his baby He says that he'll raise him up Like he would his own son He gave me a ring That was worn by his mother And he takes me out dancing Every Saturday night Charlie, I think about you Every time I pass a filling station On account of all the grease You used to wear in your hair Still have that record Little Anthony and the Imperials But someone stole my record player How do you like that? Charlie, I almost went crazy After Mario got busted Went back to Omaha To live with my folks And everyone I used to know Is either dead or in prison Came back to Minneapolis This time I think I'm gonna stay Charlie, I think I'm happy The first time since my accident Wish I had all the money I used to spend on dope Buy me a used car lot And I wouldn't sell any of 'em Just drive a different car every day Depending on how I feel Charlie, for chrissake If you want to know the truth of it I don't have a husband He don't play the trombone I need to borrow money To pay this lawyer, and Charlie, hey I'll be eligible for parole Come Valentine's Day