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Date: | Thu, 30 Nov 2000 21:40:05 EST |
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In a message dated 11/30/2000 1:12:22 PM Eastern Standard Time, [log in to unmask]
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<< So, Debbie, would you like to come to the Ladies Lounge with me
....? I'd like to show you my new lipstick (heh heh). >>
Now we know why youse broads are always claiming that male architects don't
provide enough space in public terlets: you don't go there to pee, you go
there to talk!
In the meantime, anybody else read this week's New Yawkuh--nice piece by one
Burkhard Bilger (there's a guy in need of a pseudonym if I ever saw one; one
only hopes his last name is pronounced with a hard "g") about various NY
pinheads (no Official Pinheads, alas) who keep stuff from falling on
everybody else's heads, or figure out why it fell. The same issue seems to
indicate that George W may not in fact roast babies on a spit ALL the time,
leaving some room for hope.
Ralph
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