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Toad,
Sorry for the delay but circumstances beyond my control intervened to obstruct any mental regirgatation of past occurances regarding the eminent Surealist's adventures with my humble self.

Later Dude D : D: D: D: D:

toad...whatcha been smokin' mon?

rick...where's the story?

forick, I'm still interested in any Dali stories. So, when you get over to AC to do your painting, I'm going to look you up my next trip and hopefully bribe you with thirst quenching libations to hear your stories. How's that?

God!!!!!!
Where were you people when I was there last??? I had to gulp down all by my lonesome all those Bellican'sD: What a waste (just joking). Dali stories?? Who's he?? I dun't meber a guy wit dat monicer....must be the med's D:,D:

I always remember better when I feel relaxed.

Breathe in.... Breathe out...
Repeat... over... and over...
Now tell!
I did enjoy the last one!
True or false. It was GRAND!
Sincerely,
Hope

All this deep breathing makes me feel down right lusty.D:

I don't think there is a shack in AC that is big enough to hold all my paintings. Maybe I should sell some first. The boys in blue chased me off Topanga cny. last weekend so thats out from now on.

Gosh you'd think that someone that owns a house/cabin/shack on AC that doesn't live there yr. around could spare a few months for a clean cut paint slinger like me?

I think I'm getting depressed? (
Too depressed to talk....sort of?

[This message has been edited by forick (edited 05-29-2002).]

denverdan,
The next story will about how he washed all the girls t-shirts 2-3 times and put them in the dryer to "ensure" proper fit. >

Do you see the little tear drop on that little blue face above? Ya wouldnt believe how I did that!!!

hmmmm, don't think I care to know about the tears... or shirt story...
sorry I got involved I think.
But hey... good luck to ya!

Denverdan
I find human nature as interesting as watching ants on saturday morning when I was a boy.

My mom and dad brought me to sunday school every sunday and every sunday I wished I could go to the big building (church) just like the big people (adults remember). Then when I got old enough I was permitted to go in the big building. I had dreamed of that day for years...to become part of all that singing and sweet harmony...I couldn't wait.

It's 3 am and my first day going to the big building,....can't sleep with anticipation. Finally we arrive at church, we walk through the big doors, the wax smell nearly chokes me... the silence with so many people in there is awesome. The singing starts, I am exillirated (sp?). I move my lips to the music and hummm really loud....it's great, But then the singing stops...what happened....someone starts talkin...I can't see who because everyone around me is so tall...the guy continues to talk on and on and on. I WANT TO GO HOME!

Right about now you're saying "Come on, Come on, what's the point... get to the POINT!?"

Hummmmm.

[This message has been edited by forick (edited 05-30-2002).]