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- To: v*@eskimo.com
- Subject: Evil Stan
- From: s*@juno.com (Ross E Stanford)
- Date: Tue, 17 Mar 1998 12:53:38 -0800
- Old-Date: Tue, 17 Mar 1998 13:50:53 -0600
I'mmmmmmmmm Baaaaaaaaaaaack! Well, after the Fungus Gnats ate me, (my own fault), I found myself at the Gates Of That Big Garden In The Sky. To my astonishment the gatekeeper wouldn't let me in! "MUD!" I said. (Sorry, I usually don't use dirty words.) He said that I would have to go through some 12 step program or something before I could gain entrance, and even that was iffy. I would have to admit my deepest, darkest gardening secrete. Ok, I said, here it is. When all the other gardeners on the block were getting beautiful flower gardens out in front of their houses, I had to do something. (They were all generous and ambitious gardeners, The snobs.) I decided to play Johnny Sunflower Seed. In the dark of night, with no moon shinning, I would go out once a year and plant a few Giant Sunflower seeds in their garden. Boy, you should have heard them talk. They all thought it was an act of God. A sign. A good sign. Never once did they suspect someone (like me) had intervened. Each year, now, I plant something different in their gardens. Last year it was Eggplant, this year, I haven't decided yet. Maybe poison ivy. That will teach them not to let me play in their reindeer games. Evil Stan. The dead gardener P.S. The gatekeeper's initials are JGG. _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866]
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