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To: Jay who wrote (6550)	8/19/1998 5:08:00 PM
From: Proud_Infidel	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 62549

What are they naming Clinton's speech where he admits having sex with Monica Lewinsky? . . . . . . . . . . . . . The Ejaculation Proclamation

To: Jay who wrote (6550)	8/19/1998 6:39:00 PM
From: Jay	Respond to of 62549

It was the night of the palace ball and Cinderella couldn't stop crying. Her fairy God-mother was very distraught. "Cinderella," she said, "why are you crying? You have a beautiful gown, a shiny pair of glass slippers, and you're about to have one of the best evenings of your life!" But Cinderella continued to cry. "I know," she said,sobbing, "but I've looked everywhere and I can't find my diaphram!" "What am I going to do!?" she cried again. Well, the fairy God-mother thought for a moment, and then said, "I'll make you a diaphram, but only for tonight and you HAVE to be back by midnight or it will turn into a pumpkin." "Thank you! Thank you!" she shrieked, and she went hurrying out the door so she wouldn't be late. The fairy God-mother smiled, happy to have pleased Cinderella so much. She settled down in front of the fire to await Cinderella's return. Well, The fairy God-mother waited. And she waited. And she waited, until finally 12 o'clock rolled around and there was still no sign of Cinderella. The fairy God-mother started to get worried. One o'clock rolled around and then came two and then three and the fairy God-mother had worked herself into a frenzy thinking about all of the horrible things that could have happened to her. Suddenly, the door swings open and Cinderella comes sauntering in in a daze with a lazy smile painted on her face, a little drunken swagger in her walk and kind of breathes a tired hello. The fairy God-mother's eyes got big and she jumps up. "What happened? Are you ok?" she said with a frantic voice. "I'm just fine" she murmurs, "I was on my way home when I met the most lovely man." The fairy godmother asks "who was he?" Cinderella says...."Peter, Peter something or other."

To: Jay who wrote (6550)	8/19/1998 7:57:00 PM
From: emidio	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 62549

Bill and Marla decided that the only way to pull off a Sunday afternoon quickie with their ten-year-old son in the apartment was to send him out on the balcony and order him to report on all the neighborhood activities. The boy began his commentary as his parents put their plan into operation: "There's a car being towed from the parking lot"... "An ambulance just drove by"... "Miss Elmer has just walked out of the corner store"... "Little Matt's on the balcony - I guess his folks are having sex...."