Mari,

Only you would try and figure something like that out.

Phil.



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From: "MariJean" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Thursday, March 06, 2008 11:02 AM
Subject: Re: Be Nice


> Hawhawhawhawhawhawhawhawhawhaw! I wonder how he got the pee into the 
> cans when they were still cold. Must have been funny, me thinks!
> 
> 
> purple
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> 
> 
> At 09:38 PM 3/5/2008, you wrote:
> >      A marine got on an airplane to fly home after his tour of
> >duty.  Finding his assigned seat on the aisle, he took his seat
> >but before he could snap his seat belt into place, two would be
> >terrorist came down the aisle and stopped at his seat; looking
> >down at him as if he were an ugly dog.  Realizing they needed to
> >get passed him into their seats, smiling up at them, he said,
> >"Howdy, fellows.  Here, let me get out of your way so you don't
> >have to crawl over me," and he stepped into the aisle and let them
> >pass.  They gave him disgusting looks as they wordlessly passed by
> >and climbed into their seats.
> >
> >      Taking his place once again, the marine took his seat,
> >fastened his seat belt, took off his shoes, wiggled his toes, and
> >prepared for take off.  The two terrorists just stared, their
> >hatred for him radiating from their very faces, at the American
> >baby killer.
> >
> >      Once they were in the air, the two terrorist decided they
> >would have some fun with the marine.  The one next to the window
> >said in poor English, "I hate sitting by the window."
> >
> >      The marine immediately offered to change seats with him so
> >they all stood, stepped into the aisle, and changed places.
> >
> >      No sooner had they reseated themselves than the other
> >terrorist said, "I hate sitting in the middle."  The marine
> >pleasantly offered to change places with him.  So again, they all
> >stood, stepped into the aisle, and changed seating arrangements.
> >
> >
> >      Once back in their seats, the terrorist on the aisle complain
> >that his seat was too hard and the Marine immediately offered to
> >retake his place on the aisle.  They made the change.
> >
> >      No sooner had they taken their seats than the terrorist by
> >the window said, "I sure would like a coke."
> >
> >      "Hey, no problem," the marine said cheerfully.  I'll go get
> >you one."
> >
> >      "But I have no money," the terrorist smiled; his rotten
> >teeth peaking out from behind his sneer.
> >
> >      "I've got money, friend.  Don't worry about it.  I'll be
> >right back."
> >
> >      As he was gone, the two terrorist spoke quietly in their own
> >language and made their decision.  The terrorist nearest the
> >window, leaned across his fellow terrorist and spat into the
> >marines shoe.  They both laughed and leaned back to wait for the
> >stupid marine to return.
> >
> >      The marine came bouncing down the aisle with a can of coke.
> >To show his willingness to get along, he had opened the can of pop
> >before he had returned.  Leaning over, he handed the open cold can
> >of coke to the terrorist.  "There you are, friend."
> >
> >      The terrorist by the window grunted, offered not even a thank
> >you, and the marine, smiling, took his seat.
> >
> >      No sooner had he snapped his seat belt back into place, when
> >the terrorist seated in the middle seat said in butchered
> >English, "Boy, I guess I am thirsty, too.  I'd like a coke;" his
> >eyes blazing with fire as he stared into the marine's face.
> >
> >      "Hey, no problem, bro.  Let me run up and get you one.  I'll
> >be right back," and off he went.
> >
> >      The terrorist, as planned, bent over while the marine was
> >getting the coke, and spit into the marine's other shoe.  Both
> >terrorists laughed.
> >
> >      The marine returned, the can of cold pop already opened due
> >to politeness, and handed it to the glaring terrorist seated in
> >the middle seat.  Taking it from the marine, he, too, grunted and
> >said nothing.
> >
> >      The marine smiled, took his seat, and they all leaned their
> >seats back and took naps.
> >
> >      Awakening to the voice of the pilot announcing they would be
> >landing in 15 minutes, the marine shoved his feet into his shoes
> >and immediately realized what the two terrorists had done to him.
> >He said to nobody in particular, but loud enough for several to
> >hear, "You know, it is pitiful we all can't just get along in this
> >world.  I mean, playing these childish games of spitting in shoes
> >and urinating in people can's of coke is so counter productive."
> >
> >
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