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To: The Rabbit who wrote (6690)	9/3/1998 4:55:00 PM
From: Scarecrow	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 62549

With all due respect, I don't believe that yours is the true origin of the shaggy dog genre (of which I am a connasoo... connesie.. fan!) The original shaggy dog story is: Back in the medieval days, all of the King's knights went through a rigorous training school. For weeks, each would learn the intricacies of a knight's tools: lances, swords, clubs, iron fists -- the whole nine yards. At the end of this "basic training," each knight would receive a shining helmet from the King and the stablemaster would present him with his own horse -- fully equipped and ready for battle. Well, there was one class that was particularly large, and the class was particularly successful in learning the trade. So, during their graduation an embarrassing and awkward situation occurred. It seems that, as the last knight reached the king and received his helmet, he turned to the stablemaster to receive his new steed. Unfortunately, there were no more horses. Now you can imagine the disappointment of the fledgling knight. All those weeks of training and practice -- all seemingly for naught. Just then, as he's talking to the stablemaster, a big old grungy shaggy dog ambles by. He's old. There are fleas flying all around him and he doesn't look too sturdy. Still, the knight thinks, he's big enough to support me. So he turns to the stablemaster and says, "Hey, how about letting me use your sheepdog until a horse is available?" The stablemaster looks at the new knight in shock and horror and shakes his head vigorously. "I wouldn't send a knight out on a dog like this."

To: The Rabbit who wrote (6690)	9/3/1998 5:33:00 PM
From: SJS	Respond to of 62549

A woman who had been married twice and divorced twice was fed up. Her first husband beat her, and her second husband ran away with another woman. Plus, she couldn't find a new lover who could satisfy her sexually, so she put an ad in the classifieds: "Wanted: A good looking, single guy who won't beat me, won't leave me,and is good in bed. "About a week later, her doorbell rings. She opens the door to find a man with no arms and legs on her front porch."I'm here about your ad," he says. "You must be mistaken," she says. "Let me explain," he says. "I can't beat you, I don't have any arms. And I can't run away, because I don't have any legs. ""But," she asks, "How do I know you're good in bed?" "I rang the doorbell, didn't I?"

To: The Rabbit who wrote (6690)	9/4/1998 11:11:00 AM
From: James Williams	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 62549

Rabbit!!! SHAME ON YOU! How can you defile the tradition of the Shaggy Dog! It must be torturous, endured, perhaps over days, and days of telling till that punch line! Only after a few paragraphs, releasing the punch line, oh, I can't believe it. The telling of the true Shaggy Dog story should envoke murderous thoughts in the listener towards the teller. At least, it did for me...(3 days of telling it...the guy was an expert. He said he has told it for entire weeks...)