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To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (8284)	2/27/1998 7:05:00 PM
From: Thomas C. White	Respond to of 71178

Hooboys yuppsipuppsi washboard stomachs Perrier stairclimbs aerobigringo superduperheros!! Ha Ha Ha!! Do not thinks I does not know of you your, out in fierce chickenland dreamings tripping lights abdominals rubrubs with goldilocks nicenookies mankillers golden globes perty nipple Rambipuss bright eyes bluesy no how!! Ptui!! And agains, Ptui!! You comes sorrybutt selfs down up here Paraguay way we makes your spleens to caimans foods gives you what fors ugly knife gut blood grooves evils death no doubt no ways ha!! These is for reeeeeeeeals BubbiWubbi!! Eats what you kills down here funnyface Gapshopper you be carefuls no gets swampdirts on your widdow Wockports Ha!! What sorts name are the "Bub" anywheres, whats deals only one names gringos these all Bubs and Rambis peoples not names be many, real names is mine like (the great one famous names of the worlds): Juan F. Gonzales Quiros Guillermo Hourquescos Saldiver!! for surely swell, maybe you Rolex scumbutt losing names wheresome forget in man's room something yes, so I maybe nice gives you mines one maybe Guillermo you be Guillermo Bub, never liked G name after nasty grandpa named beat me in heads once with stick played nasty nightgames with sister, you pipe squeak drink latte self looking muscles ever mirror always Hilfiger fop face!! Whew. Head hurt, baaaad dreams. Too manys the fried plantains maybe. Should tells Eeeemelda yadayada wifes no more they make, gives me stomach to do turvytopsy.

To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (8284)	2/27/1998 7:30:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

"You know I don't like bad news. Skip it and tell me the good." She was impressed by the Bub standing before her; his waist no longer sported the extra poundage that she had noticed months before when she sat on him and carved her name on his inner thigh, and he was tanned a deep bronze, the bear grease gleaming in his hair and reflecting off the spots where it had dripped on his well-defined shoulders. She admired the Demi Moore GI Jane cut. "I really like that hairstyle--I've been thinking about getting mine done like that. WAshing mine in mountain streams and rivers is a real pain." Rambi thoughtfully crushed a leech between her strong toes. "So have you been trailing me since last October? And how did you find me?" Her eyes narrowed. "Don't tell me She Who is a Contemptible Curse called you. I am really going to have to do something about her." Bub would have liked to take the credit for tracking her across continents but his innate honesty compelled him to admit that the Fearful Fainthearted One had contacted him and begged him to watch over Rambi. "Akchually, Ah was in 4A raht behahnd you on the plane." "Ha. You're the reason I couldn't get that waitressperson to refill my wine glass. They kept looking right past me til I grabbed one back in her little kitchen and told her to just give me the bottle. Well, I suppose you might as well come along. I want to get there by nightfall." Tears filled her beautiful eyes and she bravely blinked them away. "I have to get to my DryGulch." Bub willingly set out behind her; life would be a lot easier tracking her like this and he was in the mood for a little action. "Now tell me your news," she demanded, as she drew a knife from her thong and whacked off the head of a boa constrictor silly enough to try to wrap itself around her neck.