PH> On 4/21/2003 12:42 PM, BJ˙RN FORSSTR˙M wrote to BOB SHORT:

->> RY>>  BS> A foregone conclusion, since /nothing/ escapes
that black hole.
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->> RY>>  BS> -> As far as you can drop-kick an anvel.
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->> RY>>  PH>> Measured in millimeters for our European friend.
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->> RY>>  BS> Microns...  let's call a spade a spade.
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->> RY>> Angstroms, and that spade's a ..... shovel..
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->>  BS> Let's not go too far.  We don't want to cause poor Bj˙rn too much
 PH> angst...
->>  BS> just enough to make him run away screaming, and yet keep his shoes
 PH> glued
->>  BS> to the floor.
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->> You should see me now. Screaming running around in my snowshoes.

 PH> All the excitement of attending Wimbledon...

Wimbledon is a bad English soccer-team whom I never have played for,
not in snowshoes anyway.

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