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To: John Messbauer who wrote (4978)	3/15/1998 10:09:00 PM
From: Pat W.	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 62549

A man goes to his psychiatrist: -Doc, I think I'm gay. -Why do you think that? -Well, Doc, My brother is gay. -That is not unusual. Any other reason? - Doc, my father, both grandfathers, and my three uncles are queer too. -My God, doesn't anyone in your family like women? - Yes, my sisters.

To: John Messbauer who wrote (4978)	3/16/1998 6:31:00 PM
From: bob	Respond to of 62549

SOME OF THE BEST NORM QUOTES FROM 'CHEERS.' "What's shaking, Norm?" "All four cheeks & a couple of chins." "What's new, Normie?" "Terrorists, Sam. They've taken over my stomach & they're demanding beer." "What'd you like, Normie?" "A reason to live. Give me another beer." "What'll you have, Normie?" "Well, I'm in a gambling mood Sammy. I'll take a glass of whatever comes out of that tap." "Looks like beer, Norm." "Call me Mister Lucky." "Hey Norm, how's the world been treating you?" "Like a baby treats a diaper." "What's the story, Mr. Peterson?" "The Bobbsey twins go to the brewery. Let's cut to the happy ending." "Hey Mr. Peterson, there's a cold one waiting for you." "I know, if she calls, I'm not here." "Beer, Norm?" "Have I gotten that predictable? Good." "What's going on, Mr. Peterson?" "A flashing sign in my gut that says, 'Insert beer here.'" "Whatcha up to, Norm?" "My ideal weight if I were eleven feet tall." "How's it going, Mr. Peterson?" "Poor." "I'm sorry to hear that." "No, I mean pour." "How's life treating you, Norm?" "Like it caught me sleeping with its wife." "Women. Can't live with 'em....pass the beer nuts." "What's going down, Normie?" "My butt cheeks on that bar stool." "Pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson?" "Alright, but stop me at one....make that one-thirty." "How's it going Mr. Peterson?" "It's a dog eat dog world, Woody, and I'm wearing Milk Bone underwear." "What's the story, Norm?" "Boy meets beer. Boy drinks beer. Boy meets another beer." "What's going on, Mr. Peterson?" "The question is what's going in Mr. Peterson? A beer please, Woody." "Can I pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson?" "A little early isn't it, Woody?" "For a beer?" "No, for stupid questions."