At 09:37 PM 8/10/96 +1000, you wrote:

On Sat, 10 Aug 1996, G.L Sandborn wrote:

At 01:19 AM 8/9/96 -0500, you wrote:

Remove

        Remove?  Just 'remove'?  Remove what?  My foot?
My clothes?  What are you.... (Oh, to heck with it.
I don't feel funny tonight.  One of you youngins have a
wack at him.  I'm too tired.)

        - Uncle Fester
        (Feeling his age.  Besides the Cartoon Channel is showing Scooby Doo
all night.)

Well... Okay...

I was a little befuddled by this, too... Maybe it's an invitation for us 
to have huge, perverted, decadent, FFML toga party?!

P-word.

        From the address, I'd say he's from Kun-chan's neck of the woods.
How about it, Kun-chan?  Do you know this critter and could you translate
for the rest of us.

        - Uncle Fester
        (Not feeling funny today.  Sorry.  It's raining outside.)






Greg Sandborn	(aka: Uncle Fester)

Home on the range at:	sandborn@microlink.net
			sandborn@burnsmcd.com


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