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Date: | Thu, 6 Sep 2001 13:02:39 EDT |
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In a message dated 9/6/2001 12:54:11 PM Eastern Daylight Time, [log in to unmask]
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<< (I did not write this... ][<en) >>
Ken,
If I hadn't seen it before, I wouldn't have believed you didn't write it. As
it was, nothing would have made me sadder. Or been better for my headache.
Meanwhile, I thought "help Billy" might involve our former president showing
new office interns how to go down in the fright elevator. But not this time,
I guess.
Ralph
In the meantime, am I supposed to cough up close to 400 clams to fuck around
with the Pinheads in October, or am I supposed to try to con Dov into
coughing it up? Holy shit....
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