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To: Rambi who wrote (15281)	12/15/1998 5:56:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Respond to of 71178

I won't say how I hear, ahem, but mature women are quite popular these days, in the uhm graphics market. Maybe you could do like.....a Janice, yet buff nekkid, with a laptop ~ and AMZN chart on the wall. (Subtle suggestion of a rising, urgent peak.) Whaddya think?

To: Rambi who wrote (15281)	12/15/1998 6:53:00 PM
From: Don Pueblo	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Print this out and pass it on: Ammo CW [circle recipient ] Give your mom a hug. Don't ask for money right after.

To: Rambi who wrote (15281)	12/15/1998 10:54:00 PM
From: JF Quinnelly	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Today was street-sweeper day. I was sitting in my clunky mail truck talking to Lara, who is a babe. It was about 80 degrees and babe-Lara was into the scantily clothed look. Lara's BMW was parked in front of me. Meanwhile Angie, from a few houses down the cul-de-sac, pulls up in her van and wants her mail. So while Angie is talking to Lara and I'm digging out her mail the street-sweeper zooms up from behind. Now these sweeper jokers are real impatient, plus they give citations to civilians, so we all scramble to get out of his way. I wheel the mail truck in a big circle, letting the sweeper pass, and end up right where I started. Angie and Lara pull their cars away from the curb and let him pass. Somehow, Lara's Beemer ends up directly in the sights of the maniac street sweeper dude as he comes back out of the cul de sac. He isn't slowing down to let her move again and he's gonna broadside her. So Lara slams the Beemer into reverse, guns the engine, and with tires screeching roars backwards into the neighbor's driveway in an explosion of bricks and mortar as she demolishes the neighbor's brick mailbox. It was great, and for once I wasn't to blame. I'd give her a "10".