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Posted by deadcarp on February 26, 2004 at 10:23:01 from (188.8.131.52):
In Reply to: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: in posted by next paragraph needed.... on February 26, 2004 at 09:40:39:
In the absence of true subjective inspiration, this might not be exactly on subject, but let me get squirrely and see how bad i can twist the story around:
"As he peered out thru the opening, he was taking aback for he saw... (sdg)"
First one, then another, then ultimately thousands of cubans waded ashore. The leader, a smallish moustached fellow, trotted directly for the shack and safely inside, he was surprised to see Rett and Dawg. "Ay mon, chew're een our chack! Thees ees our affway ouse and we store towels eer! Bot sonny as eet ees, my compadres are dryeeng off oudorse." Rett, kinda embarrassed now, holstered his gun, hitched up his britches and told Dawg to pipe down.
"Ay senor, can i eenterest chew een my cussin's time-chare? Feefty bocks for da weekaind and all the serveca chu can dreenk? We cot dussens of weeling senoreetas - wat chu made of steel? Ware chu can get a deal like thees? We'll drop you off."
"Well", Rett replied, producing his cellphone "I'll have to check with my broker."
As the hopelessly-overburdened polkadot Hummer limo struggled and disappeared over the nearest dune, Dwag turned to his ridgeback companion: "I think it was my Harvard professor once said 'Survival is directly proportional to flexibility'". "It was Voltaire love," she replied, "and last night you swore it was Yale."
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