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Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2000 05:43:00 -0700 (PDT)
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Ted Noble
08/28/2000 12:34 PM
To: Susan M Scott/HOU/ECT@ECT
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Subject: Fwd: Married for only two weeks!

This is pretty good.

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"Fritz Noble" <fritznoble@hotmail.com> on 08/28/2000 11:38:50 AM
To: jboyd@cbrichardellis.com, dallasymca@aol.com, dwakumoto@yahoo.com, 
sam2@bluemarble.net, flyingace1965@earthlink.net, ted.noble@enron.com, 
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Subject: Fwd: Married for only two weeks!





>From: CarTayBri@aol.com
>To: FritzNoble@hotmail.com
>Subject: Married for only two weeks!
>Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2000 18:17:42 EDT
>
>This couple had only been married for two weeks.
>
>The husband, although very much in love, couldn't wait to go out into town
>and party with his old buddies, so he says 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 says to him, "You want a beer my love?"
>Then she opens the door to the refrigerator and shows him 25 different
>kinds
>of beer brands from 12 different countries: Germany, Holland, Japan, India,
>etc.
>
>The husband doesn't know what to do, and the only thing that he can think
>of
>saying is,
>"Yes, loolie loolie...but the bar.... you know...the frozen glass..."
>
>He didn't get to finish the sentence, when the wife interrupts him by
>saying,
>"You want a frozen glass puppy face?" She takes a huge beer mug out of the
>freezer so frozen that she was getting chills holding it.
>
>The husband, looking a bit pale, says, "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 opens the oven and takes out 15
>dishes of different hors d'oeuvres: chicken wings, pigs in a blanket,
>mushroom caps, porkstrips, etc.
>
>"But sweet honey...at the bar...you know...the swearing, the dirty words
>and
>all that..."
>
>"You want dirty words cutie pie?...
>HERE, DRINK YOUR FUCKING BEER IN YOUR FROZEN FUCKING MUG AND EAT YOUR
>FUCKING
>SNACKS, BECAUSE YOU AREN'T GOING ANYWHERE! GOT IT ASSHOLE?!!"

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