From 0xdeadbeef-request@petting-zoo.net Sat Oct 5 10:34:07 2002 Return-Path: <0xdeadbeef-request@petting-zoo.net> Delivered-To: yyyy@localhost.example.com Received: from localhost (jalapeno [127.0.0.1]) by jmason.org (Postfix) with ESMTP id D2F2B16F03 for ; Sat, 5 Oct 2002 10:34:06 +0100 (IST) Received: from jalapeno [127.0.0.1] by localhost with IMAP (fetchmail-5.9.0) for jm@localhost (single-drop); Sat, 05 Oct 2002 10:34:06 +0100 (IST) Received: from petting-zoo.net (petting-zoo.net [64.166.12.219]) by dogma.slashnull.org (8.11.6/8.11.6) with ESMTP id g94HngK02256 for ; Fri, 4 Oct 2002 18:49:42 +0100 Received: by petting-zoo.net (Postfix, from userid 1004) id 08B06EA2E; Fri, 4 Oct 2002 10:49:16 -0700 (PDT) Old-Return-Path: Delivered-To: 0xdeadbeef@petting-zoo.net Received: from petting-zoo.net (localhost [127.0.0.1]) by petting-zoo.net (Postfix) with ESMTP id B3958EA0A for <0xdeadbeef@petting-zoo.net>; Fri, 4 Oct 2002 10:49:07 -0700 (PDT) From: gkm@petting-zoo.net (glen mccready) To: 0xdeadbeef@petting-zoo.net Subject: Say, how old are you, anyway? Date: Fri, 04 Oct 2002 10:48:58 -0700 Sender: gkm@petting-zoo.net Message-Id: <20021004174907.B3958EA0A@petting-zoo.net> Resent-Message-Id: Resent-From: 0xdeadbeef@petting-zoo.net X-Mailing-List: <0xdeadbeef@petting-zoo.net> archive/latest/544 X-Loop: 0xdeadbeef@petting-zoo.net List-Post: List-Help: List-Subscribe: List-Unsubscribe: Precedence: list Resent-Sender: 0xdeadbeef-request@petting-zoo.net Resent-Date: Fri, 4 Oct 2002 10:49:16 -0700 (PDT) X-Spam-Status: No, hits=-5.0 required=5.0 tests=AWL,T_NONSENSE_FROM_99_100,X_LOOP,X_MAILING_LIST version=2.50-cvs X-Spam-Level: Forwarded-by: Nev Dull A guy struck up a conversation with a young lady in a bar. After a half dozen drinks, he suggested they get their own bottle and retire to his motel room, and she readily agreed. "Say, how old are you, anyway?" the guy asked. "Thirteen," she replied with a shy smile. "Thirteen? Thirteen!? My God, Girl! Get your clothes back on at once and get the hell out of here! Are you crazy?" he thundered. Pausing at the door as she left, the girl smiled. "Superstitious, huh?"