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To: Rambi who wrote (4177)	10/31/1997 1:04:00 PM
From: epicure	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

I am indeed lazy, indolent even. And I do so appreciate you imagining me crushed by the giant dictionary. It shows how much you love me, and is almost as good as the giant kitty I imagined for you. Clearly I care more about you than you do about me, but I must just be more caring and giving than you. But I will accept you with your faults becuase I am such a good person. I could go on and on about what a good person I am, but I must now go out and observe this Pagan holiday by putting on my Star Trek costume and taking pumpkin cookies and Scary bat cupcakes, and yummy orange koolaid witches brew to my daughters class for their ritual Halloween party. After the party we will all go pray to a tree, and dance naked in the playground, singing Barney songs backwards. I'll post pictures.

To: Rambi who wrote (4177)	10/31/1997 6:53:00 PM
From: greenspirit	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

HE HE HE HE HE!! The stage is set... Those little trick or treaters won't know what hit them. :-) Oooooooooooo! Michael

To: Rambi who wrote (4177)	11/3/1997 3:04:00 PM
From: Thomas C. White	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Ah yes. Dasofallation. A teenage fantasy of mine, one of those quite a number that lost something in the execution I'm afraid. Most particularly because my willing partner and I put down our army blanket by mistake on an enormous nest of daddy longlegs and they struck back en masse in a most untimely fashion. She, being an arachnophobe of the most neurotic sort, went running through the woods covered with the things, screaming bloody murder and buck nikked but for the gold pendant I had given her shortly before. She divested herself of the crawly little devils by jumping headlong into White Pond in an entirely unintended skinnydip.