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To: SJS who wrote (9032)3/23/1999 6:30:00 PM
From: Stephanie M  Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 62549
 
A WOMAN'S RANDOM THOUGHTS

Skinny people irritate me! Especially when
they say things like, "You know sometimes I just
forget to eat." Now I've forgotten my address,
my mother's maiden name, and my keys.
But I've never forgotten to eat. You have to be a
special kind of stupid to forget to eat.

A friend of mine confused her valium with her
birth control pills. She had 14 kids, but she
doesn't really care.

They keep telling us to get in touch with our
bodies. Mine isn't all that communicative but I
heard from it the other day after I said, "Body,
how'd you like to go to the six o'clock class in
vigorous toning?" Clear as a bell my body said,
"listen witch... do it and die."

The trouble with some women is that they get all
excited about nothing (and then they marry him.)

I read this article that said the typical symptoms
of stress are eating too much, smoking too
much, impulse buying, and driving too fast. Are
they kidding? That is my idea of a perfect day.

I know what Victoria's Secret is. The secret is
that nobody older than 30 can fit into their stuff.

"If men can run the world, why can't they stop
wearing neckties? How intelligent is it to start
the day by tying a noose around your neck



To: SJS who wrote (9032)3/26/1999 8:06:00 PM
From: John Messbauer  Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 62549
 
Q: What's a lesbians favorite drug?? A: Sniffing crack.
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Little old Mr. Ravelli is on his front stoop, barbecuing a chicken
on a manual rotisserie.

A drunk comes walking along and says, "Hey, man...the music stopped,
and your monkey's on fire."