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

To: username who wrote (10388)	5/3/1998 2:55:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Hi eom, Looks as if you and I are trying to catch up a bit over the weekend. Luke is such a treasure. I love your Luke stories. Course I just love stories of all kinds. Just out of curiosity, I decided to ask the boys what they would wish for. I went to CW's room where he was shaving. (Shaving!?) "What do you want?" he said, "Don't look at me. Go away." "If you could have a wish, what would it be?" A look. "Humor me," I said. "More wishes, " he said, craftily. "No, you can't wish for that," I said, irritated. "Well, shoot. You're just going to make up the rules?" "Just --tell me what you'd wish for." "I dunno. To be done with this stupid high school so I can start my own companies and be rich." I went into Ammo's bedroom where he was cutting the sleeves out of his t-shirts. "What do you wish for?" I asked. "What are you talking about?" he said. "You know, star light, star bright...etc." I said. "I'd wish for lots more wishes." He said, craftily, though not originally. "You can't wish for that," I yelled. What greedy kids I've raised. "I dunno. That's a hard question. I'll have to get back to you." "There must be something you want," I said. "Ok-I wanna be in the NBA so I don't have to keep doing this education thing." These are the boys whose intellect and creativity I boast about here on a daily basis? I come down to the computer debating whether to make up something noble and self-sacrificing for them to have wished for in an attempt to keep up their (and my) images. CW walks in. "I figured out what I want. I want twelve hours extra in every day, that only I can have so I can stay ahead of everyone." "No one else? Just you?" "Well, I also want the power to give them to someone if I need them to do something for me." Of course. See? He isn't selfish after all. He'll share. Ammo walks in. "I'm wishing someone would give me money to go to the movies later today and drive me and Brian there." That one at least I can give him.

To: username who wrote (10388)	5/3/1998 11:06:00 PM
From: jpmac	Respond to of 71178

hey eom - My bird poop came from the sky in my Granny's backyard when I was, oh, about 13. I felt that plop, yep, and looked down to see what for the life of me looked like strawberry jam. So I sat there trying to figure out how strawberry jam fell out of the sky. Needless to say, I couldn't figure it out so I went inside to ask my aunts, who were convened on the front porch. And needless to say they had quite the laugh over it as they told me it was not what I thought it was. Least then I knew how it got there.

To: username who wrote (10388)	5/4/1998 2:04:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

Well, you know - a bird on the head is - oh, and something about a bush. When I was thirteen and deep into one of my awkward phases, my momma took me to visit a friend who was an active volunteer for the Audubon Socety. A shed behind the rurally-situated house held cages with all sorts of hurt and sick critters being nursed back to health. I sidled by one cage that contained a sorta distressed-looking skunk. That bad boy turns tail on me and lets fly. No, not your regular skunk juice. The poor fella had a wicked case of diarrhea. I tell you, the back door opened as big as a quarter and let fly with a rainbow of the runny stuff. I sidestepped most of that, but the noisy splatter part at the end tagged my shirt pretty good.