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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Drygulch Dan who wrote (8246)	2/26/1998 8:07:00 PM
From: Thomas C. White	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

Heehee, old buzzardly bird of socks that smells foul, you talking brainless balls of birdyshit now from nasty whiskeys maybe so. That is then so now how you cames here to the Paraguay swampyjungles even! You give to return from to the Mexico way the southly not northly takes! Never even you asking any bodies which ways goes Tijuana? Well, we manly men of Paratour never asks direction neithers, only wife, but anyways I never not ending up in Quebec neither still yet. Crossings whole Amazon Rivers jungles and Andes mountaintops and not even you notices? I even watching looks here this your cheapy saddlebags compass made in Taiwan the needle that indicated ever to the souths! Dumb stupid goat head man of ill fortunes!! We do not has any golds and any no silvers here like that stuffs, only the giant amount of guano of the chicken good to grow the pretty plants and such of the marigold and petunia flowers. Soon this your loveliest white thighskin Rambi blondie longhair is be with us yum yum!! And mostly joyful of all things on earths, might we appraise the God, my formidable big womaness Eeemelda yadayada (where I always asking her does she ever then get these middle names yadayada?) is to leaving to the city many days to buy it her manys color hairs product and lotions of the dried out skins and girdles and thing that hold in the tooths that falls out on table when she eat corns and brazil nut all times. I am surely now that this pneumatical Rambi of the old prospector tires that he stinks out the cave doors like dead peccary meat and leaving toilet seats always up in hut and dribble droolings and will she be seduced by old worldly charming enchantings soon of great noble Juan F. Gonzales Quiros Guillermo Hourquescos Saldiver and how!! I shall tells my Eeemelda yadayada to visits again her mothers and eight sisters and I working like animal dog all times so no problem takes a week!! Ha Ha!! I smacks my lips!! I baits my breaths and pomades again once my jet black head hairs!!

To: Drygulch Dan who wrote (8246)	2/26/1998 11:45:00 PM
From: JF Quinnelly	Respond to of 71178

"yadayadayadayada..." Drygulch squinted his old miner's eyes and took a closer look: "Yep," he thought to himself, "Juan is a talking chihuahua." Drygulch had thought he recognized the voice. Well, there was no way he was gonna let the little peckerwood hump Rambi's leg. There was something he had to do. Dan called to ol' Sal, and the two of them mosied down to the center of town. There he found waht he sought: a Taco Bell. Drygulch and Sal mosied back to where they could hear the "yadayadayada" yapping of Juan, and then found themselves a good spot upwind of the hairless little freak. Dan removed the burritos from their paper bag, and set them out in the clearing. Dan and Sal moved back into the shadows. Drygulch pulled his 30-30 from Sal's pack. He rested the long barrel on a stump, and sighted the front blade on the burritos. He levered a round into the chamber. The breeze blew the aroma of hot burritos in the direction of the "yadayadayada". Drygulch waited.