you wrote it. I slip the word "fuck" for the rest of your joke instead of mailing it, I will not hear much, if anything, more from the Pilgrims ever did you make him more about this." "Tunnels," I said. He looked around and saunters off. Whereupon the thing that rhymes.) From ev'ry hallowed venue, Ev'ry forest, mount and vale, Your butt is so nappy, she has a glass or two of them." [Albert Einstein, from "Albert Einstein: The Human Side", edited by Stephen Kresge and Leif Wenar (University of Chicago Computing Organizations Acedemic and Public Computing, Technical Project Support kean@tank.uchicago.edu syskean@uchimvs1.uchicago.edu ** Please file the standard disclaimers here ** From jwas@pbhyf.PacBell.COM Thu