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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Thomas C. White who wrote (24494)	8/21/1998 6:15:00 PM
From: Rambi	Respond to of 108807

She strode through the woods, her delicate jaw set, her mind focused on her quest-her heroic quest- Perhaps before she eliminated jp and george she would make them read the details of all her noble endeavors so conscientiously and compulsively recorded by She Who is Disturbingly Anal. Birds sprang from the trees in terror as her voice roared, Hoyotoho! Hoyotoho! Heiaha! Heiaha! the only lines she could remember from Die Walkre. Moral! Moral! What could be more moral than the day she had singlehandedly brought down Wall Street and left those pale sniveling MMs sobbing on their paper littered floor. And what of her saving SI from the p bandit Mike Sphar who had almost brought the threads to a p-less standstill. And the time she flew to Kyoto to encourage and inspire our American athletes after their wimpy first day of competition at the Olympics. Her life was a daily battle against the dark forces! Spunky? Cute? Hoyotoho! Heiaha! She patted the automatic swinging comfortably from her shoulder and carressed the knife as it lay alongside her slim golden thigh. In the midst of all these wonderfully bellicose and sanguisugous memories, she heard her name being called, faint but clear. She stood immobile-nothing human ever walked this deep in these woods. But she had encountered satyrs and nymphs, leprechauns and tree-spirits, and she knew there was dark magic dwelling here. Head cocked, a slight frown between her perfect arched brows, she listened raptly. What Merlinian trick was this? Paraguay? Chopsticks? A dim-sum orb? It sounded like a commercial for a Chinese restaurant. Perhaps she shouldn't have left on a quest before breakfast. Rambi? Is that you? A fine sheen of perspiration broke out on her forehead. Something was very wrong. There was a man in her head. How could this be happening here at Feelings? She looked around in embarrassment, hoping no one was reading. My dear! It's me! Your friend William! William! Surely not! He had been entrapped in Juan Carlos YadaYada's head! What was he doing here in hers? Cautiously, looking around to make sure no one was watching, she whispered frantically,"What are you DOING IN MY HEAD!!!!" My dear! You can hear me! It works! How delightful! O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee! Rambi caught her full lower lip in her even, pearlwhite teeth in perplexity. This was a situation for which she was entirely unprepared. The Uzi, the knife, all were without power against this invasion. She must get back to DAR, back to the cave. TO her humiliation she realized that she was even contemplating asking She Who Seems to Know Nothing about Anything for help. George and jp would have to wait. She could not eliminate them while spouting nature poetry and arguing with a ghost. Resolutely she turned for home, for DAR. exchange2000.com