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

To: Rambi who wrote (8383)	3/2/1998 6:52:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

The poor dear was delirious. While Bub was talking to the pig (a diversion really, just to keep the guards off their... uhm, guard) Rambi silently secreted herself into his temporary refuge. She was clearly in need of sleep. The air travel, complimentary Uruguayan Chardonnay, and ceaseless jungle recon were obviously taking their toll. She slumped against the side of the insouciant porker and said "Nice pig, Bubble Yum." "Huh?" inquired a surprised Bub. She wasn't usually this unstrung. Then he continued. "Lissen, I think I know our ticket out of heah." "No, but I got a little something so's that big chicken won't fillet your little fishie." She giggled, then squirmed artlessly against her animate Ottoman, reached into her thong in a most unladylike manner, and produced an RPG-7, enameled a lovely pearl white with a tasteful monogram on the warhead. Bub got up, accepted the gift, and scratched his chin. "Ah wondah jes how you do taht." Rambi lurched to her feet, upsetting the pig and the bucket upon which Bub had been sitting. "You fool", he cried. She was going to draw the guards! "Doan hurt your pretty little ass with that peashooter", she slurred. "Not to worry. I done used these before. I may not need it. If Mah plan works, I can use that Meskin lookin naked gal as the lever to bring this place down." "You are so sickly carnal. Men!!" Rambi griped, her face a mixed palette of disgust and delirium. Bub held her shoulders in his hands, looked her in her eyes and said "Git some shuteye. You're a danger to y'se'f lahk this." Worse, Bub reflected sourly. Tomorrow she was going to remember this little interlude all different. There was no way he could win. Well, he reflected philosophically, he would bear this cross silently. Bub secreted the RPG under his vest, which the guards had amazingly failed to remove. It snugged in rather nicely next to his damascus fighting knife.

To: Rambi who wrote (8383)	3/2/1998 6:57:00 PM
From: Thomas C. White	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

Ha Ha Rambi!! Nice sees you. Here for chicken show? I lets you in free. See you meets our cluckeador Ha Ha!! Ummmm... I snucked up. Nice thongs, pretty small huh Ha Ha!!! How you puts all them weaponries whatnots in theres? Hey. Wanna hears me says a poem? I writes it for you. All selves by me no ones helps. Ready? You theres dead poem mans Worthywords?? God help me. Wordsworth.* Alright, you have to just let this flow. Don't try to get in the way. Even if you don't understand a word, which you won't I trust.* Okay, gots it I does. Let'er rips... She (she who she bozo!! Gots says it!! Rambi!! Otherwise how she knows??) walk in nicely lookings likes nightstimes Of places where no clouds is (huh?) and skylights stars all overs other places. And alls the best stuffs I ever sees that being blacks and maybe alsos the lights colors Is that you can sees in her eyeballs you looks closer all that stuff I just says (huh??). And she look evens better in darks than she does in the daylights I bets rightly. Howzat!! Ods Bodkins!! I fall upon the thorns of life!! I bleed!! You are completely juanizing the poem!! What a butchery. Lord Byron will have my head. Okay well you doesn't tell me thats!! Who this Lords Bryan anyways?? Never mind. Quickly, before she opens fire, let's give it another whirl. Same one again. No editing this time!! Now sit back, take a deep breath, and don't change a single damn word this time you illiterate lunatic. She walks in beauty like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. Hey!! I just says that!! Whys I needs say agains?? Fool, shut up and recite before we are incinerated. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every glowing tress Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent! Hey!! Ha Ha!! Hows you likes thats Rambitresses huh!! You never expects that fancy words froms Juan F. Gonzales Quiros Guillermo Hourquescos Saldiver I bets nohow likely neverly!! I says you no monkeysnoutface likes my Eeeeemelda yadayada and all kinds other nice thing but with fancy poem sweetietalk words. Wants go maybe bumps uglies with Juan now?? Afterward I buys dinner you bets, better place rounds here. Or maybe gets room services? I have mens brings.