Bob, at 16:53 on Fri, Oct 28 1994, you wrote to Bill Grimsley ...

BL> Pedants must diE! 

Why the sudden preoccupation with jewellery, Bob?

BG> Frankly, I found him to be an ill-mannered little man, seemingly full 
BG> of his own self-importance (although as a 13 year old at the time, my
BG> perceptions of him may not have been totally accurate). 

BL> I can't imagine you changing much, actually... 

In fact, I shower and change every single day.

BL> except perhaps at 13 you were only just into double figures in your 
BL> rooting career (878 if you count the lady with the short blonde hair 
BL> at the Ettalong RSL on Wednesday at 1957:12 hours).

You've intentionally left an opening there, haven't you!

Bill: "I haven't had a root since 1957."

Bob:  "Jesus, that's an awfully long time."

Bill: "Not really, it's only 2200 now."

Boom, boom!  |-)

BL> I meant you were a sicko - not just ill. You're an ill sicko :-)

BG> Sorry Bob, I simply don't Bolivia. |-)

BL> Oh, shit! That's a contender for the worst pun of the 20th century. 

True, it was a bit of a Turkey.  I'd better Finnish now.

BL> Does this mean you can making a Korea out of awful contry-puns? 

"My wife came overseas with me."

"Jamaica?"

"No, she came of her own free will'"

No, on second thoughts ...  |-)

Regards, Bill

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