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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: accountclosed who wrote (22927)	4/21/1999 6:00:00 PM
From: yard_man	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

what do you talk about -- rambi? Is she a babe or something?

To: accountclosed who wrote (22927)	4/21/1999 6:15:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Rambi enters the DARBAR. SHe's dragging the comatose body of She Who WIll NEver Make a Dime and Just Never Learns behind her. Propping the Bane of Her Existence in a corner, she puts a straw in a bottle of Chardonnay and sticks it in the limp hand. That done, she sighs, turns and surveys the room, shaking her head disdainfully at the pitiful beaten faces around her. In the dim light, she glows with vitality and life, a stark contrast to the corpselike visages here today. She is not happy; . with the Wimpy One passed out from market shock, who was going to do the hostess duties? SHe sees a new face in the corner and strides over, her thighlength leather boots tapping on the scarred wood floor. "Buy you a drink, stranger?" she offers, making sure he sees the hunting knife in her thong and the Uzi over her shoulder so he knows what's what. "Name's Tippett," he says. "Weird name," she says. This Welcome Wagon PR stuff wasn't so hard.