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

To: Rambi who wrote (9458)	4/8/1998 5:13:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

So right now, if our two squeakers hit a mixer, we'd have to resort to trickery to sort them out. Shlooop ~ Gasp ~ Shlooop ~ Gasp ~ Dozer, pay attention! No, wait ~ this has gotta be him. sniff Vern said, if I recall zactly, "Sometimes they get.....a little something in their throat. It just comes and goes. Sometimes it's a little cold. Watch if they're eating and drinking, and if they are, forget it. But if they stop eating or start drooping and sneezing and get weepy eyes, then watch em." And I assume somewhere after watch watch comes pay. Personally, I would enjoy it while it lasts. Probly caught a virus from that Shy Who Is Bad. I always feel like electrifying stuff with some DC when they start doing that. Come to think of it, there's a brass kick plate on the back door..... I assume brass is conductive ~ of course it is....Alex?

To: Rambi who wrote (9458)	4/8/1998 5:23:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Open question. I want to get Internet service for home. How do I shop for it?

To: Rambi who wrote (9458)	4/8/1998 5:41:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Respond to of 71178

One time in Utah in this big old late-50's house MJ and X and XX and I decided to make donuts. I can't believe that myself. I have no explanation whatsoever. We were in High School. Which probably explains. People in Utah do stuff like that all the time. Not me. That would make this peer pressure, of the most blatant kind. (But what am I going to do? Say No?) Anyway, you get this crock-potty (?) like deep fryer thing, fill it with oil, and fire kerplops away. This fifties kitchen was the size of a gas station, and carpeted (there's a good choice), and after an hour or so we notice the svelte nap of the short high-qual carpet is showing more contrast to the footprints than usual, between the formal dining room and the hall, down the hall to the bath, and even down the stairs. Somehow, unnoticed, about two cups of oil has dripped out of the base of the fryer, slid to the floor, and been tracked away efficiently by eight sneakers in constant rotation. Berniece, Nice Mormon Momma Of This Household, was the first beside us to see this problem. There was a Mighty Mouse shriek. And crying. It was very sad, and stressful, and I wouldn't want anyone else to have to go through this. I told my parole officer it was my friends fault. Because it was, and that's the truth.

To: Rambi who wrote (9458)	4/8/1998 6:12:00 PM
From: Janice Shell	Respond to of 71178

The only trick he knows is he meows when you gasp at him, and of course, he can't do that right now, so what good is he? Not really true: I liked the story of Blue stalking the mouse family in the trash compactor. My (sadly deceased) cat was sometimes voiceless, but on purpose. When she was just too tired to utter. She'd look at me and open her mouth. And then go back to sleep. Most of the time, though, she was extremely talkative. If I spoke to her, she'd reply. We often had long conversations. Thank God, now that she's Gone, I have SI.