In a message dated 9/5/2003 8:32:33 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
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Ralph, you goodie two shoes!  This is the 2nd time I've been called a Goody
Two-Shoes.  The first time, I was in 10th grade and wouldn't let some 11th
grade slut copy my German homework [just now occurs to me that that may have been
a lot more stupid than it was Goody Two-Shoes, and I've got even worse stories
to tell];  I'd never heard the phrase before, but found it funny (truth is
that way sometimes).  When I was at Columbia, we visited the Old Merchant's
House (this was in the olden days before it was restored), and up in the attic or
in a closet somewhere was a 19th C framed engraving of Goody Two Shoes.  I
about laughed my ass off, and still wouldn't mind finding another one. Hint,
hint. Snacks in the movie theatre are not a threat to national security!  Maybe
not, but not all of us believe that rules are meant to be broken.  D'ya think
that's why we're called Goody Two-Shoeses?

Even if George were sitting next to you and you spilled your drink in
his lap, it wouldn't adversely affect the governance or the delivery of
services. Yeah, he's doing so well already, nobody would notice if he got a
64 oz Coke dumped on his privates.  However, it might have a devistating effect
on the economy of the husher who will get fired Fired?  Fired?  What do you
think the point of having capital punishment is, if all we're going to do is
fire people? On the other hand, how many of our pro-choice, anti-death penalty
spouses (or selves) were sorry that that rectum in Florida got to meet his
Maker this week? because he didn't have the forsight to
stop you...but its okay, Tom will give him a job that doesn't require
foresight... like gun background checker, or EPA compliance inspector.  You
just HAD to end on a downer, didn't you?

Ralph