At 09:18 AM 1/8/2002 -0800, you wrote: >Richard, you think you got troubles. Last night I told all my problems to >my pet rock. This morning he was still in the same position ( I told him to >"stay"). Guess what? He was dead. STONED!!! I'll miss him. I thought you were going to say you just found a little pile of gravel ...
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