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Some of you have seen this because my dad sent it out, but you get it again.

Beach Girl

A couple lived near the ocean and used to walk the beach a lot.
One summer they noticed a girl who was at the beach almost
every day.
She wasn't unusual, nor was the travel bag she carried, except
for one thing; she would approach people who were sitting on the beach,
glance around furtively, then speak to them.
Generally the people would respond negatively and she would
wander off, but occasionally someone would nod and there would
be a quick exchange of money and something she carried in her
bag.
The couple assumed that she was selling drugs and debated calling the cops,
but since they didn't know for sure, they just continued to watch her.
After a couple of weeks the wife said, "Honey, have you ever
noticed that she only goes up to people with boom boxes and
other electronic devices?"
He hadn't - and said so.
Then she said, "Tomorrow I want you to get a towel and our big
radio and go lie out on the beach. Then we can find out what she's really
doing."
Well, the plan went off without a hitch and the wife was almost
hopping up & down with anticipation when she saw the girl talk to
her husband and then leave. The man then walked up the beach and met his
wife at the road.
Well, Is she selling drugs?" she asked excitedly.
No, she's not," he said, enjoying this probably more than he should have.
Well, what is it then? What does she do?" his wife fairly shrieked.
The man grinned and said, "She's a battery salesperson."
"Batteries?" cried the wife.
"Yes ....." he replied, she sells C cells by the sea shore !"

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Ok that's your joke for today. Happy Watermelon Day and also happy
Bad Poetry Day.

"Now, there are those who will tell you that bad poetry is actually
good, and although I wouldn't go quite that far, bad poetry does have
its place. The fact is, at slams and open mikes across the country,
actually at just about any poetry reading you go to, you're bound to
hear some doozies and you'll have to admit, bad poetry makes the good
stuff really shine."

http://poetry.about.com/library/weekly/aa042297.htm

KENNY'S DOING X-C!!!! Good job man.

And I just thought of a band: The Wallflowers. Yep, they certainly are a band.

liminal • \LIM-uh-nul\ • adjective
1 : of or relating to a sensory threshold
2 : barely perceptible
3 : of, relating to, or being an intermediate state, phase, or
condition : in-between, transitional

Example sentence:
In the background of the painting, a liminal figure stands in the
murky half-light.

"Liminal" descends from the Latin noun "limen," meaning "threshold."
It makes sense, then, that "liminal" applies to the idea of a sensory
threshold, the point at which a physiological effect begins to be
produced. Likewise, closely related "subliminal" means "below a
threshold"; it can describe something inadequate to produce a
sensation or something operating below a threshold of consciousness.
The "sensory threshold" sense of "liminal" has given rise to extended
uses. In addition to the "barely perceptible" sense, "liminal" now
sometimes means "transitional" or "intermediate" (as in "the liminal
zone between sleep and wakefulness").

Cockaigne \kah-KAYN\, noun:
An imaginary land of ease and luxury.

Happy Birthday to:
Meriwether Lewis, 1774
Tom Malchow, 1976

Happy Deathday:
Genghis Khan, 1227
James Beattie, 1803

Things of today in history:
Pierre Janssan discovers helium in solar spectrum during eclipse, 1868
Weather map televised for 1st time, 1926
Hungary adopts constitution, 1949
Beatles give their 1st public performance (Kaiserkeller in Hamburg), 1960
Mick Jagger accidentally shot while filming "Ned Kelly", 1969
Largest house (130 rooms) on Long Island sold for $22 million, 1988

It's time for everyone to get with the program. I have started a new
campaign, and I plan to collect some music from every band in
existence, past or present, and of course future. So everyone should
email me a big ol' fatty list of all your favorite bands and then I'll
get to work on collecting. I am currently looking for all those
trippy 90's pop rock songs from when we were all in elementary school
and junior high. All the songs you recognize and have lots of
memories of, i.e. "I get knocked down, but I get up again..." etc.

Yah, so that's gonna be about all for today, I'm pretty worn out. I'm
just doing all I can to keep these coming. I'll keep writing until
the day I die, I just decided. No sense letting all my thoughts go to
waste.

B Diggity