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To: JakeStraw who wrote (782)	5/19/1998 9:48:00 AM
From: SIer formerly known as Joe B.	Respond to of 1035

I met her at the kindergarten, she wore her hair in pig tails, she had teeth like a rabbit, and you know she loved to eat snails. It was true lust, I've never felt these feelings, before her. (S.DAY) I met her at the kindergarten, she wore her hair in pig tails, she had teeth like a rabbit, and you know she loved to eat snails. It was true lust, I've never felt these feelings, before her. We would play in the dirt together, we would trade bugs all the time, one day I gave her a spider, she said she would be mine. It was true lust, I've never felt these feelings, before her. She was great on the jungle gym, there aint a tree she can't climb, she was great at everything, and she was mine. There aint no happy ending, when my baby doll moved away, my heart was filled with sorrow, for whom with, was I to play ? It was true lust, I've never felt these feelings, without her. We would play in the dirt together, we would trade bugs all the time, one day I gave her a spider, she said she would be mine. It was true lust, I've never felt these feelings, before her. She was great on the jungle gym, there aint a tree she can't climb, she was great at everything, and she was mine. There aint no happy ending, when my baby doll moved away, my heart was filled with sorrow, for whom with, was I to play ? It was true lust, I've never felt these feelings, without her.

To: JakeStraw who wrote (782)	5/19/1998 10:43:00 AM
From: SIer formerly known as Joe B.	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1035

What kind of car does me drive? A horse and a chicken are playing in a meadow. The horse falls into a mudhole and is sinking. He calls to the chicken to go and get the farmer to help pull him to safety. The chicken runs to the farm but the farmer can't be found. So he drives the farmers BMW back to the mud hole and ties some rope around the bumper. He then throws the other end of the rope to his friend, the horse, and drives the car forward saving him from sinking. A few days later, the chicken and the horse were playing in the meadow again and the chicken fell into the mud hole. The chicken yelled to the horse to go and get the farmers car. The horse said "I think I can stand over the hole!" So he stretched out over the width of the hole and said, "Grab my 'thingy' and pull yourself up." And the chicken did, and pulled himself to safety. The moral of the story is: If you are hung like a horse, you don't need a BMW to pick up chicks.