At 09:19 PM 6/11/96 -0600, Neill Walker wrote:

| From: Benn Bollay (Gambit) <gambit@thegrid.net>

| At 06:09 PM 6/11/96 -0600, Neill Walker wrote:
| >| Well duh, South.
| >| Peace,
| >| Benn Bollay
| >| gambit@thegrid.net
| >
| >Yay!  Okay, you get bragging rights.  Now one more.  Sorry for the
spam.
| > Well, I'm not really sorry, I'm just being polite.
| 
| Woo Hooo! :)
| 
| >It's late winter and you're in the woods, struggling to find shelter
| >from the cold and the blowing snow, and maybe something to heat that
can
| >of SPAM you've been carrying around.  You stumble upon an old shack,
| >which appears abandoned.  When you enter, you see that the shack is
| >equipped with a gas stove, a gas oven, a gas furnace, and a fireplace
| >already filled with wood and tinder.  Searching through your pockets,
| >you discover only one match left.  What do you light first?
| 
| You cook spam?  geez, my dog likes it well enough raw!
| 
| I wonder about the availability of Gas in the middle of the woods. 
Kerosene?

Uh, oh.  You're so proud of yourself for getting the first one you
forgot to answer the question!!  ^_^

Heheh.  I refuse to comment on tha... uhhh.  Nevermind.

If you're someone like Ryouga, or my friend Vinny, once you walk past a
couple trees, there ain't no way you're gettin' out!!  There could be an
underground tank, too.

Ahh, Ill see your friend Vinny, then, sometime.  Ive gotten lost in my
hometown which i have lived in for 15 years.

(Im lying, but does it matter?)
*grin*

Peace,
Benn Bollay
gambit@thegrid.net

"All my father wanted to do was make a toaster you could 
really set the darkness on.  And you took his work and
perverted it into those hideous machines!"
                         --Sylia Stingray, kind of.