Message-ID: <27211616.1075840334873.JavaMail.evans@thyme> Date: Thu, 3 Jan 2002 12:51:25 -0800 (PST) From: chris.dorland@enron.com To: don.baughman@enron.com Subject: RE: the newlyweds Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-From: Dorland, Chris X-To: Baughman Jr., Don X-cc: X-bcc: X-Folder: \ExMerge - Baughman Jr., Don\Deleted Items X-Origin: BAUGHMAN-D X-FileName: don baughman 6-25-02.PST sounds like marriage to me.... -----Original Message----- From: Baughman Jr., Don Sent: Thursday, January 03, 2002 1:45 PM To: Dorland, Chris; Choate, Jason; Hanse, Patrick; Kinser, John; Garcia, Miguel L.; Laurent, Dean; Valderrama, Larry; Ballato, Russell; Coulter, Kayne; David Nobles (E-mail); Don Baughman Sr. (E-mail); Edwin Ordonez (E-mail); Frank Soto (E-mail); Jason Moore (E-mail); Jay Purdom (E-mail); Jeff Lenamon (E-mail); Joe Ebert (E-mail); Joe Kuehler (E-mail); Kari Tracey (E-mail); Kenneth Schall (E-mail); Marc Stewart (E-mail); Mark Doggett (E-mail); Matt Doggett (E-mail); Patty Polensky (E-mail); Paul Henry (E-mail); Randy Doggett (E-mail); Reagan Marshall (E-mail); Reid Stavinoha (E-mail); Richard Hrabal (E-mail); Scott Sims (E-mail); Scott Smith (E-mail); Scott Tichavsky (E-mail); Sean Patrick Tracey (E-mail); Shannon Tyer (E-mail); Travis Baughman (E-mail); Travis Baughman (E-mail); Tre Banks (E-mail); Wayne Herndon (E-mail) Subject: FW: the newlyweds > A newlywed couple had only been married for two weeks. The husband, > although very much in love, couldn't wait to go out on the town and party > with his old buddies. So, he said to his new wife, "Honey, I'll be right > back..." > "Where are you going, coochy cooh...?" asked the wife. > "I'm going to the bar, pretty face. I'm going to have a beer." > The wife said, "You want a beer, my love?" She opened the door to the > refrigerator and showed him 25 different kinds of beer, brands from 12 > different countries: Germany, Holland, Japan, India, etc. > The husband didn't know what to do, and the only thing that he could think > of saying was, "Yes, loolie loolie...but at the bar.... you know...they > have frozen glasses..." > He didn't get to finish the sentence, because the wife interrupted him by > saying, "You want a frozen glass, puppy face?" She took a huge beer mug > out of the freezer, so frozen that she was getting chills just holding it. > > The husband, looking a bit pale, said, "Yes, tootsie roll, but at the bar > they have those hors d'oeuvres that are really delicious... I won't be > long. I'll be right back. I promise. OK?" > "You want hors d'oeuvres, poochi pooh?" She opened the oven and took out > 15 dishes of different hors d'oeuvres: chicken wings, pigs in a blanket, > mushroom caps, pork strips, etc. > "But sweet honey...at the bar...you know...there's swearing, dirty words > and all that..." > "You want dirty words, cutie pie?"... > ..."LISTEN, DICKHEAD! DRINK YOUR FUCKING BEER IN YOUR GOD-DAMN FROZEN MUG > AND EAT YOUR MOTHERFUCKING SNACKS, BECAUSE YOU AREN'T GOING ANYWHERE! > .....GOT IT, ASSHOLE?!!" >