You'd better start selling some Dodger tickets, bucko. Or even better, while
you're there, strap on an apron and start shouting "peanuts!!!"
-----Original Message-----
From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
To: passenger side <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Date: Wednesday, April 14, 1999 9:04 PM
Subject: Re: Kiss Kiss Hug Hug
>
><< Now, Mr. Weiss. Jon knows, and a good number of us know, excatly what
Mr.
> Riedie's hair looks like. It was a Twangfest bonus last time around.
When
> you show up in St. Louis, as we all know you will, of course, you will
get
> to see Riedie's hair too. Comes with the admission. >>
>
>Unfortunately, this Weiss traveling to St. Louis is not looking bloody
>likely. Was just forced to buy a car (ah the joys of some fucking idiot
>making an illegal left and destroying me beloved, *paid off* Subaru wagon)
>and am about to plunk down several hundred bucks, maybe even four figures
to
>get trees trimmed on the north 40 of the compound. (Ah, The joys of
>homeownership.) Plus, the big trip for me and my better half is to the UK
>later this year, and I ain't talking about a plce where Wildcats play round
>ball. In other words, there's only so much buckage to go around.
>
>Boo hoo.
>
>And to think I was getting pretty fired up about the concept of having my
own
>badge, as CK said he would see to. I would have been the mack daddy... all
>that... for real...
>
>Raise the roof.
>
>NW
>
