At 11:27 PM 9/11/96 +1000, you wrote:

        Geezz, Amazing what you can do with a head shot
of Trish, a double dose of flu medicine, and a couple
cans of 'what passes for beer' in America.

        (And I was going to say I thought Trish was
kinda cute.  Well....she *looked* cute after the beer.)

You're a sick, SICK boy ... Sicker and more twisted than even the most
legendary sick and twisted Chris Willmore! Sick! You're one sick, SICK
puppy!

Kun-chan...

        SICK!?!?!
        Hey! I'm not the one that keeps Trish in the basement.
        Did I read 'leather' and 'H-pix' earlier?

        I still think you're kawaii, Kunny-baby.  Trish can't hold
a candle to you.  (She may try *on* you but I suspect it's only
jealousy)

        Ok guys...Two more beers and it's off to Trish's place.  I'll
bring the torches.


        - Greg
        (Living in the Great American Outback; Kansas)


P.S.  My wife, Pocahontas, finished where you left off.  NEVER, I
SAY NEVER, piss of an Oglala Sioux.


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