In article >,
Steve Wertz > wrote:

> On 3 Mar 2006 08:24:13 -0800, "Sheldon" > wrote:
>
> > ---= Spoons =---
> >
> >Last week, we took some friends out to a new restaurant, and noticed
> >that the waiter who took our order carried a spoon in his shirt pocket.
>
> This had only been posted here a dozen times. You may as well
> follow it up with the Neiman Marcus Cookie Recipe
>
> -sw

Ok, here is one that rarely makes the rounds... One of many ways to get
rid of telemarketers. I have mo

RRRrrrrinnggg!>

"Hello?"

"Hello! Mr. Michaels?"

"Speaking."

"How are you today?"

"OK so far..."

"My name is Debbie from Pointless Industries, and I'm calling to
offer you a fabulous new offer that we are offering...."

"Who is this really?"

"My name is Debbie from---"

"How did you get this number?"

"Well.. you are on our list of preferred---"

<Urgent whisper> "Listen to me, and listen good! You tell Lupo and

his goons I lived up to my end of the deal! I cut up the bodies like he
said,I ditched the car like he said, now I'm out of it, understand? You
tell him he bothers me or my family again and I take everything I know
to the Man, and don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about!"

<hang up>
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Peace, Om.

"My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch." -Jack Nicholson