Subject: 21JUL96
| Posted By: bobcat
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| Posted On: 9/26/2000 9:11 PM
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Billy Sunday sat wallowing
in the complete futility of his
human existence.
A fly landed on the lawn chair
where his left leg should have been.
He muttered to his companion
"My backyard is the Bermuda Triangle of your existence."
SPLAT. NO MORE EXISTENCE!
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