For no apparent reason, Linda Bence shouted to me:

 HL>>>>>>> You want anything while I'm out? Like
whoopee cushions?
 PO>>>>>> If you bring whoopie cushions, bring someone
whti whom I can
 PO>>>>>> make whoopie on said cushions.  Or tell Lindita
I've got 12
 PO>>>>>> cases of Pepsi in my cell...
 HL>>>>> She's behind you. Ask her now?
 PO>>>>   Can't hurt.  Much.
 LB>>> pssssstttt....wanna bet?  ;)

 PO>> If I went through half the stuff IRL gaming, I'd he more than willing
 PO>> to go through the worst you could dish out, Lindita, as I know it
 PO>> would have to stop when I did.

 LB> I feel all faklempt(sp?)
 LB> {giving Phil a hug....)
 LB> Hope that didn't hurt toooo much...

Not a bit, and now I'm /really/ nervous.

Phil Osophy

... I've swallowed a lure, said Tom with baited breath.

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