It's like a black and white horror flick you watch on the late late show...but did she
fall asleep and dream it? Or did it really happen? Hold on to your keyboards, Doobs.
As I said in last night's chat, IT'S TIME FOR A HURRICANE!!!!
She flattened herself against the wall, trying desperately to catch her breath. Sweat
was beading off her forehead. She'd been running from "them" for a week. Trying to
escape. Trying to find a passage out. A sane man named Torrey helped her temporarily
escape, but she was out-numbered. There were 112 of them on the NBCI Doobie fan club
alone!(that's almost as many as the Gay/Lesbian Wrestling fan club) and 237 of them on
the Doobie fans list. She could finally hide out no longer. They were everywhere in
her email box. They came toward her with reflections of Sibling Rivalry logos in
their glazed over, zombie-like eyes, singing phrases in their monotone voices like,
"people gotta love again" and "sometimes I make up the words as I go along." With
names like Holly, Scooter, Rick, Dave, the Steves, Karen, Debbie, Anne Rice (boy,
isn't that one ironic???), Peter, Glenn and Nick....the list is too long to count. And
then, the Master of Soothe beckoned her. His words echoed!
in her head. "I'm much obliged indeed.." Cinderella placed both hands on either side
of her head and at once, let out a blood-curdling scream..
"AAAAHHHHH!!!!! Ok! I GIVE UP!!! I'M BACK!!!!!!!!!!"
sighhhhhh...once a Doobie, always a Doobie.
"can't sit in your chair, you gotta stand..."
Cinderella
Get your small business started at Lycos Small Business at
http://www.lycos.com/business/mail.html
_________________________
To unsubscribe from this list, send a message to [EMAIL PROTECTED] with
"unsubscribe doobiefans-list" in the body.
