It is apparant that Peter is gunning for Roy... :-) I doubt whether Rooster
will let him get away with that.
At least Peter told the truth about being a "social misfit" but one would
never have gathered that from reading his posts to us dweebs ;P
Peter says: "I just wouldn't know what to do with myself without fish".
hehehe Don't tell Julie that! ;)
Some do dream Peter and others just get. It's not hard to tell what
category you belong in.<G>
Cheers
Alan
At 05:02 AM 3/19/97 GMT, you wrote:
>In The Dawn of the Third Age peter.unmack at ASU.Edu woke me from my
>contemplation by writing:
>
>>I don't have the foggiest clue why I am so into fish. Probably because I
>>am a social misfit and generally dislike people. :-) Certainly for me it
>>is not a hobby but a way of life. There are few things I do that don't
>>somehow relate to fish. It's kinda like always wanting to have sex (at
>>least in Roy's case), you don't really know why he always wants it but
>>you just do, even if it means finding something substandard like a
>>chicken (especially in Rooster's case). :-) I just wouldn't know what
>>to do with myself without fish. I guess I could just spend my time
>>dreaming about sex like Roy does......(with a female human, not sheep
>>unlike Roy before anyone suggests it). The bottom line is nothing turns
>>me on like a fish can! :-)
>
>So Peter, are you trying to say you like your women to be like cold
>fish? :-)
>
>later
>Cary Hostrawser
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>
>Rainbowfish Study Group of North America
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>
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