Hi, Rod.

RS> BL> When they come to my door I always ask them: "You're kidding,
RS> BL> aren't you? You don't really believe in god, do you?"
but they think
RS> BL> I'm the dangerous one, and slink off looking over their shoulder.

RS> FM> I think they've learned - the one at the weekend didn't even
RS> FM> knock, just slipped his bit of Jesus-drivel under the door.

RS> Thats just because of the blood curdling screams that were audible from
RS> outside. In an area like that, wiv all those yuppies, he wasnt game to
RS> knock.

"Ravening" (Bob), "blood-curdling" (you) - what must
you guys think of
this most salubrious neighbourhood?

Regards, FIM.

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