SUBJECT>Re: The "official" Party Thread
POSTER>Grand Zero 
EMAIL>zero@your.service.com
DATE>May 15, 1997 at 08:40:55
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After polishing off a large pile of wings, some chips and salsa and a BIG Dr.Pepper, the big old fellow takes a rather large harmonica out of his jacket pocket and steps to the microphone.  He wails on the thing for a few minutes and is soon joined by several MARSupials with various axes.  After jamming just a little he grabs the microphone, stand and all, and leans into it...<p>Well, yo' momma don't dance and yo' daddy don't rock-n-roll<br>Yo' momma don't dance and yo' daddy don't rock-n-roll<br>When evening rolls around and it's time to go to town,<br>Where d'ya go...<br>To rock-n-roll...<p>Bombardier, swallows the last of his tea, grabs Manx and spins her out into the middle of the floor.  Man, those Scots can really cut a rug!<p>Well, yo' momma don't dance and yo' daddy don't rock-n-roll<br>Yo' momma don't dance and yo' daddy don't rock-n-roll<br>When evening rolls around and it's time to go to town,<br>Where d'ya go...<br>To rock-n-roll...<p>---<p>Zero   <br>0=o

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