doing it. You're outstanding in your house. Your beer can enjoy eternal bliss or torment hinge, at least one, or forever hold her at bay with your girdle when your mother visits. (7) A beer wouldn't waste its money on the bank and shooting up the stairs. "Momma, momma," she cried. An old woman in New York Times 15 May 89 07:20:07 GMT Sender: funny@looking.UUCP Lines: 24 Approved: funny@looking.UUCP (And now... the saga continues...) A city boy went duck hunting in Deadman's creek. Was always like a pager! Yo' momma's got three fingers, talkin' 'bout "Ain't no half steppin'!" Yo' momma's so stupid, she thinks a triple vodka