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>>Yr friend's a certified nutter; I like that. Yes, it made for pleasant times under odd conditions. >>Both stinkos and staples hire great young talent at basement salaries; this stoopid maneuver backfires in all the usual imaginable ways. Fact is, most pkg's tragic bcuz the suits use talented things for breadcrumbs, and of course they fail to psyche their gifts. Like the army combing lists of enlisteds with hoot-laffy jobs assigned to The Wrong Soldier. This discussion makes for a lengthy discourse. I, like you, am due for a nap. I will put this on the back burner. >>My fave printing company's Fleet Printing bcuz they have Ruth at the front desk running the photocopy machine and every Monday bringin in homemade peanut butter chocolate fudge to sell for a cancer charity, which I always buy, and I get her brilliant eye-talent at cropping, aligning, copying out pages of my illustrated books to the grandtwins----all those pluses for something like $3.24. Everybody loves everybody, and well they should. Send Ruth my regards and snag a fudge buttercup for me. Sounds delic. You already have illustrated books! How did I know. I must be the new clairvoyant neanderthal >>Sounds like you 'owned' devilwoman; now she should write evil verses about you! At some moments a may have looked that way; but, that is what makes her the devilwoman. Tricky she was. The best part is Andrew, my friend, knew more than you about I, her and our sitch. His final piece after her session was triumphant he made the beautiful devilwoman aged and the showed the wear of the sands of time. It was a classic moment, her waiting to see his rendition of a sultry beauty and he portrayed her as aged woman without her most seductive visual qualities. She would never write evil verses about me is the perplexing paradox that manifests her lunacy. She was my mary. >>My mac was a gift from a truly beautiful human being. Praise be to God! See. I gave that same make that was sold to me away as a gift. >>Time for a nap. Sweet dreams. >>ideas are popping to joodles on her incomplete priest [more so than unfinished, I think]. I can't wait.