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August 30, 2005

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Anthony

He'll be more shocked when he finds out that none of them know what a clarinet is. For shame!
Elder Hostel does indeed sound like a geriatric gang of sorts! Talk about Old School!!
Make sure you show him the Rake of Doom!
And tell BB: NO ROREM "WAR SONGS" WHILE DAD IS IN TOWN!!!
But don't let your father know about our little fetishy Shrine to the Harris Beret of Vertical Challenge!

GraceD

Elderhostel is in my future, man. Those guys have the best programs with the great low fees.

God help me, what the fuck is the Shrine to the Harris Beret of Vertical Challenge?

Also, 'Rake of Doom', didn't BB toss that sucker?

pam

Oy, I can't believe I'm about to tell you. It's just that the guy who took over my dad's job at the university was named Harris, short as heck and sensitive about it, and wore a saucy li'l black beret to cover his bald head. Our redneck town was not prepared for the likes. They'd just gotten used to my dad when he *jogged* every day, and now a beret?

The shrine bit is sheer Anthony.

And the rake? It sleeps with the fishes.

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