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To: doby who wrote (825)	4/15/1998 7:06:00 PM
From: Carol	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1770

Darn, am I too late for a fishy story: hehe A Fishy Tale A drunk decides to go ice fishing, so he gathers his gear and goes walking around until he finds a big patch of ice. He heads into the centre of the ice and begins to saw a hole. All of sudden, a loud booming voice comes out of the sky. "You will find no fish under that ice." The drunk looks around, but sees no one. He starts sawing again. Once more, the voice speaks, "As I said before, there are no fish under the ice." The drunk looks all around, high and low, but can't see a single soul. He picks up the saw and tries one more time to finish. Before he can even start cutting, the huge voice interrupts. "I have warned you three times now. There are no fish!" The drunk is now flustered and somewhat scared, so he asks the voice, "How do you know there are no fish? Are you God trying to warn me?" "No", the voice replied. "Who are you then?", asked the drunk. "I am the manager of this hockey rink." <ggg>

To: doby who wrote (825)	4/16/1998 12:23:00 AM
From: MSB	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 1770

Hello-ah, I'm pretty sure the way Quik picked up the name had nothing to do with his...uh, sexual prowess. It was more his ability to shall we say get something for nothing. I probably shouldn't have mentioned his name, or to be more specific, the name he legally had his name changed to. (Didn't set to well with his dad or so he told me.) Somebody might recognize it and pass the word along. I'd hate to mention something which could affect him in a harmful way just because of an otherwise unintentional oversight. <<cough>>. I do remember back in early '80 something, I had just dropped out of college, was about to go back to work, and had borrowed some money to make a down payment on a trailer I was going to buy (would have been a mistake). Well I borrowed the money, then decided to do a 180 and try to hook up with Quik. I really must have had my head screwed on backwards then. Anyway, I packed some stuff in a duffle bag, boarded a bus, and was off on an adventure to Grand Junction, CO, which eventually found me in Salt Lake City, Utah, and had me making a hasty flight out of town. On the way, I met some guy on the bus who was traveling to Pueblo, CO, where there would be an 8 hour layover before the bus would continue on to Grand Junction. He was going to visit or live with (I don't quite remember) his sister and brother-in-law in Pueblo. He told me his brother-in-law could turn me onto a score (remember panama red) and that I could probably crash at their house instead of waiting in the station all night. I remember I ended up at his relatives house and was able to make the score. His brother-in-law asked if I wanted to play some poker. At that point I was beginning to think, "What the hell have I done!". I declined the offer (I had over $400 in cash on me at the time) and luckily, "hey, no problem. BTW, here is where you can crash." His sister drove me to the bus station the next morning, and I was on my way to Grand Junction. I never saw the guy again. One thing I've definitely learned through my come what may lifestyle of my earlier years was that God was surely watching over me, cause I could have found myself in trouble more times than I would care to count. ....to be continued Later, Mike