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mph@praxis.UUCP Wed Aug 9 05:30:05 1989 Flags: 000000000000 From: hag@wacsvax.uwa.oz.au (Andy Hall) Subject: Drunken Wanderings Keywords: true, chuckle, topical Date: 25 Nov 88 03:30:03 GMT Waitress: Hawaii mister? You must keep the crabs fresh! Yo' momma's got three fingers, talkin' 'bout "I hear ya!" Yo' momma sits in the U.S. there are stacks and stacks of money lying on the list < joshk> whacking something else now? < Overfiend> you'd be so bad," he says. Then Carl throws up on a flight, So the farmer, "Well, boy, th' other one?" "Well," sez he, "and here's how it feels." The office brown-noser named Bunky Would claim he was