Don't look at me you guys I am on the outer... :-(
As for Salmon wanting to marry a good cook, that's not what he told me he
had in mind... <Grin> Sorry Alan S. Like Roy I can't let an opportunity go
by. ;)
At 03:06 PM 3/10/97 -0700, Roy wrote:
>I will leave that one alone :-)
Hows the nose Roy?????
Cheers
Alan
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>
>Roy Hunter
>> From: rhondawi at sprynet.com
>> To: rainbowfish at pcug.org.au
>> Subject: [RML] more non-fish chat garbage
>> Date: Monday, March 10, 1997 7:20 AM
>>
>> Sorry, I've been a little busy entertaining. Julie I will argue with
>> you some more about public aquariums as soon as the crowd at my place
>> goes. Probably no way I will be able to come over tonight though.
>>
>> We are all going out to the river this morning though, too bad you
>> have to work.<g>
>>
>> I want you guys to know you really missed your chance last night. Here
>> I was with two drunk female friends that really wanted to find someone
>> to chat with. One of them even is in love with anything from
>> Australia.<g>
>>
>> Actually it was all quite amusing me screaming in the back ground,
>> "Don't say that, geez your going to get me flamed for sure" "No, no,
>> if you say that your just asking for trouble." "You told him we were
>> in our early 20's?!" "Wait a minute, no, no don't say it again." "What
>> do you mean he just told you he will have to get off the computer
>> right away if his dad comes into the room?" "That's it, tell him you
>> have to go now!"
>>
>> Anyway it went on like this for 3 hours, as we each tried to steal the
>> keyboard from each other. Not that it mattered much since they were
>> both pretty much too drunk to spell their own names.<g>
>>
>> At any rate you guys missed your chance and they will probably have to
>> start heading home today.
>>
>> Rhonda
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and the oak tree dreams of a God with horns,
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