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Chewing Wax:
That sounds pretty great. Let me talk to Anne.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 9:34:15 am)

vegas paul:
OK, sent you a note with the details.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 9:34:48 am)

Chewing Wax:
I got that. Thanks pal.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 9:35:59 am)

vegas paul:
There is no place like Vegas for the SUper Bowl. Much better than actually being at the game because you can bet on it. Makes the game much more interesting.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 9:36:16 am)

Myk Murphy:
Wax is off to vegas! Stay at bally's. It's sufficiently filthy while still located on the strip. Cheap rooms, too.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 9:59:09 am)

vegas paul:
Ballys is a great location and I have stayed there as well. Often, they have great rates. When I'm not looking for the cheapest rate, I like Caesars Palace. It really has that Vegas feel to it.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 10:06:47 am)

Froupie:
there was an obscene amount of food in vegas, i recall
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 10:13:36 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
She used to love her job, but now everyone's leaving to travel the world with servants of god. Isn't that always the way?
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 10:16:49 am)

Froupie:
i couldn't finish any meals
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 10:17:01 am)

Cushca:
Afternoon Bird.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 10:43:26 am)

Cushca:
Is the little Bird talking? Should I call? Or is she asleep?
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 10:43:46 am)

Myk Murphy:
English birds everywhere! Hello, ladies. Try not to follow the evangelicals, since they'll only get you into trouble.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 11:08:16 am)

Myk Murphy:
Speaking of phone numbers, birds, please send digits. We're a bit out of touch.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 11:10:44 am)

Cushca:
But I don't know what your e-mail is.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 11:14:53 am)

Myk Murphy:
Well, my "lounge" email is mykmurphy@yahoo.com and you can get my other one from sleepy.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 12:54:20 pm)

Heruka:
I'll be in Vegas in March. Next month we're heading to Key West for my 31st b-day. We'reactually staying on Ramrod Key, one Key over. I now a guy who has a house there. We're staying there.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 1:09:59 pm)

Myk Murphy:
That sounds like a very good place for a birthday party, heruka.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 1:12:53 pm)

Heruka:
in Vegas I'll be staying with my cousin and his companion. Bertha isn't going to Vegas, she can barely make Key West. I had to change my schedule for her. We had planned on going midweek and hitting the Miami boat show while there, but she can't get off. Can't these people she deals with take control of their own lives for a few days for Gods sake? Shees.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 1:19:46 pm)

Heruka:
They cancelled my afternoon class. Not that I'm complaing ind you...
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 1:20:17 pm)

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After a few weeks of bolting the door at night the incident was forgotten until it started opening during the night again, even after being locked. Again, I mentioned it to my mom, who insisted that it was my fault that I didn't double check to make sure the slide bolt had been secured. This event happened night after night. In the morning the door would be wide open. On her nights off she would lock it herself only to find it open on its own in the morning. She then installed a chain lock at the top of the door, but this had no effect either, the door would always be open in the morning.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 1:27:05 pm)

Decoy:
Sounds like Monsters.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 1:37:46 pm)

Heruka:
this cigar tastes like an old boot.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 1:46:32 pm)

Decoy:
That's too bad, Cushca, dear. You deserve better. But you know that. On the bright side, can we expect to see you more? That'll teach you to throw in with the do-gooder's crowd ;)
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 1:47:43 pm)

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I was raised in Springfield, Ohio graduating from Northeastern High School in 1977. My work within the sewage industry took me west, yet my adopted family and I grew wary of the Las Vegas heat and show biz politics, thus I journeyed “home”, staying a few short weeks with my parents while scouting for a place of my own. One particular late spring day we noticed a cute little two story on Limestone St. with a for sale sign. In that I’d passed it, I turned into the next drive so as to turn around and go back. To my surprise however, concealed behind a massive hedge of pine and spruce, stood a massive old plantation styled farmhouse and barn, abandoned. Needless to say my curiosity got the best of me, so I parked the car and proceeded to get out (much to my mother’s dismay) and started looking about the place. It was wonderful! Granted, it was in serious need of repair, but it was a phenomenal old home with character. Scattered about the yard were remnants of old Victorian styled flower and herb gardens, a massive circular drive and magnificent old barn. In taking the tour about I copied the phone number to the realtor handling the estate and gave him a call the next day. To make a long story short, arrangements were made for me to lease the old place at an exceptionally low rate of cost. In that some cleaning and repairs needed to be done prior to moving in, I took on the challenge of living in the 4,200 sq. ft. manor alone, for about three weeks. On the third night of being there I woke to the sounds of Piano Music and singing. I got up to check outside, to see if one of the neighbors were having some kind of gathering. All was silent! Yet, as I got situated and ready to go back to sleep, the music and song began again. This time I just sat there, trying to get a bearing as to where it was coming from… “The Dining Room!” I exclaimed. Quietly I slipped out the door of the bedroom and moved toward the large dining hall from whence I believed the music was streaming. Sure enough, as I neared the room, the sounds grew louder yet; looking into the room I could see no one and nothing.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 2:11:40 pm)

(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 2:17:57 pm)

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Another memory is of a man named Swain Johnson. He would come to our house and sit for hours waiting to see the doctor. One
night my father came home weary from a day's work. As usual he found Swain sitting in a chair waiting to see him. When he saw
Swain, he said, "Oh, Swain! You've got the Nim-puck-in-the-Runnet!" Swain was so angry he rose from his chair white with rage.
But this cured him. He was never sick again that I ever heard of.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 2:35:42 pm)

Myk Murphy:
They arrested pete!
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 2:58:51 pm)

What the fuck?!
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 3:06:18 pm)

Decoy:
You can say that again.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 3:25:20 pm)

I did it for the money.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 3:27:17 pm)

Decoy:
I wonder if he misses the heroin and booze.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 3:30:29 pm)

Heruka:
if he is gay, then prison will be like a big orgy to him. he can puff all the schlongs he desires. He'll never want to leave.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 4:06:41 pm)

Heruka:
although none of them will be children.
(Mon Jan 13, 2003 - 4:08:37 pm)