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Date: Tue, 27 Nov 2001 03:14:00 -0800 (PST)
From: rd_cates@yahoo.com
To: larry.campbell@enron.com
Subject: Re: Fwd: Fw: Fwd: Fw: husband
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The Enron stock price has been pretty cruel.
I hope you and the others did not get hurt to bad.
If I had not left I would have been there with you
guys from now on.
How is Butch doing?
I have not had a report on him in some time.
Keep your chin up and do make contact from time to
time.
Rick Cates

--- Larry.Campbell@enron.com wrote:
>
> Thanks Rick I needed some cruel humor to get my day
> going......
>
>
>
>
> Rick Cates <rd_cates@yahoo.com> on 11/21/2001
> 06:20:13 PM
>
> To:   ronnir brickman <ronnie.brickman@enron.com>,
> Guy Bruner
>       <jbruner@socket.net>, Larry Campbell
> <larry.campbell@enron.com>,
>       "C?C" Gerald <ccgerald@hotmail.com>, Chris
> Gerald
>       <ccgerald@yahoo.com>, Carol Gillaspie-Nygren
> <cfgillaspi@aol.com>,
>       steve haug <steven.haug@enron.com>, Steve Haug
> <gail.steve@home.com>,
>       Ben Howard <bhoward@pan-tex.net>, Bill Jones
>       <bill_jones@email.mobil.com>, rick loveless
>       <rick.loveless@enron.com>, Leo Nichols
> <leo.nichols@enron.com>, John
>       Rose <jayhawk16556@juno.com>
> cc:
>
> Subject:  Fwd: Fw: Fwd: Fw: husband
>
>
> >       -Subject: Fwd: Fw: husband
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >       > > > > > > > If this doesn't make you cry
> for
> > laughing so
> >       > > > > hard, let me know and
> >       > > > > > > > I'll pray for
> >       > > > > > > > you. This is a story about a
> > couple who had
> >       > > > > been happily married
> >       > > > > for
> >       > > > > > > > years.
> >       > > > > > > >
> >       > > > > > > > The only friction in their
> > marriage was the
> >       > > > > husband's habit of
> >       > > > > farting
> >       > > > > > > > loudly
> >       > > > > > > > every morning when he awoke.
> The
> > noise
> >       > > > > would wake his wife and the
> >       > > > > > > > smell
> >       > > > > > > > would make her eyes water and
> > make her gasp
> >       > > > > for air.
> >       > > > > > > >
> >       > > > > > > > Every morning she would plead
> > with him to
> >       > > > > stop ripping them off
> >       > > > > > > > because it
> >       > > > > > > > was making her sick. He told
> her
> > he
> >       > > > > couldn't stop it and that it
> >       > > > > was
> >       > > > > > > > perfectly
> >       > > > > > > > natural. She told him to see a
> > doctor; she
> >       > > > > was concerned that one
> >       > > > > day
> >       > > > > > > > he
> >       > > > > > > > would blow his guts out.
> >       > > > > > > >
> >       > > > > > > > The years when by and he
> > continued to rip
> >       > > > > them out! Then one
> >       > > > > > > > Thanksgiving
> >       > > > > > > > morning as she was preparing
> the
> > turkey for
> >       > > > > dinner and he was
> >       > > > > upstairs
> >       > > > > > > >
> >       > > > > > > > sound asleep, she looked at
> the
> > bowl where
> >       > > > > she had put the turkey
> >       > > > > > > > innards
> >       > > > > > > > and neck, gizzard, liver and
> all
> > the spare
> >       > > > > parts and a malicious
> >       > > > > > > > thought came
> >       > > > > > > > to her.
> >       > > > > > > >
> >       > > > > > > > She took the bowl and went
> > upstairs where
> >       > > > > her husband was sound
> >       > > > > asleep
> >       > > > > > > >
> >       > > > > > > > and,
> >       > > > > > > > gently pulling back the bed
> > covers, she
> >       > > > > pulled back the elastic
> >       > > > > > > > waistband of
> >       > > > > > > > his underpants and emptied the
> > bowl of
> >       > > > > turkey guts into his shorts.
> >       > > > > > > >
> >       > > > > > > > Some time later she heard her
> > husband waken
> >       > > > > with his usual
> >       > > > > trumpeting
> >       > > > > > > > which was followed by a blood
> > curdling
> >       > > > > scream and the sound of
> >       > > > > frantic
> >       > > > > > > >
> >       > > > > > > > footsteps as he ran into the
> > bathroom.
> >       > > > > > > >
> >       > > > > > > > The wife could hardly control
> > herself as she
> >       > > > > rolled on the floor
> >       > > > > > > > laughing, tears
> >       > > > > > > > in her eyes! After years of
> > torture she
> >       > > > > reckoned she had got him
> >       > > > > back
> >       > > > > > > > pretty
> >       > > > > > > > good.
> >       > > > > > > >
> >       > > > > > > > About twenty minutes later,
> her
> > husband came
> >       > > > > downstairs in his
> >       > > > > > > > bloodstained
> >       > > > > > > > underpants with a look of
> horror
> > on his
> >       > > > > face.
> >       > > > > > > >
> >       > > > > > > > She bit her lip as she asked
> him
> > what was
> >       > > > > the matter. He said,
> >       > > > > > > > "Honey, you
> >       > > > > > > > were right. All these years
> you
> > have warned
> >       > > > > me and I didn't listen
> >       > > > > to
> >       > > > > > > > you."
> >       > > > > > > >
> >       > > > > > > > "What do you mean?" asked his
> > wife. "Well,
> >       > > > > you always told me that
> >       > > > > > > > one
> >       > > > > > > > day I would end up farting my
> > guts out, and
> >       > > > > today it finally
> >       > > > > > > > happened. But by
> >       > > > > > > > the grace of God, some
> Vaseline,
> > and these
> >       > > > > two fingers, I think I
> >       > > > > got
> >       > > > > > > > most of
> >       > > > > > > > them back in."
> >       > > >
>
>
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