Message-ID: <1829845.1075851911144.JavaMail.evans@thyme> 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 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ANSI_X3.4-1968 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-From: Rick Cates X-To: Larry.Campbell@enron.com X-cc: X-bcc: X-Folder: \Larry_Campbell_Nov2001_1\Notes Folders\Notes inbox X-Origin: CAMPBELL-L X-FileName: lcampbe.nsf 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 on 11/21/2001 > 06:20:13 PM > > To: ronnir brickman , > Guy Bruner > , Larry Campbell > , > "C?C" Gerald , Chris > Gerald > , Carol Gillaspie-Nygren > , > steve haug , Steve Haug > , > Ben Howard , Bill Jones > , rick loveless > , Leo Nichols > , John > Rose > 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." > > > > > > > > __________________________________________________ > Do You Yahoo!? > Yahoo! GeoCities - quick and easy web site hosting, > just $8.95/month. > http://geocities.yahoo.com/ps/info1 > > > > > > > ********************************************************************** > This e-mail is the property of Enron Corp. and/or > its relevant affiliate and may contain confidential > and privileged material for the sole use of the > intended recipient (s). Any review, use, > distribution or disclosure by others is strictly > prohibited. If you are not the intended recipient > (or authorized to receive for the recipient), please > contact the sender or reply to Enron Corp. at > enron.messaging.administration@enron.com and delete > all copies of the message. 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