SUBJECT>Re: The "official" Party Thread POSTER>Bombardier EMAIL>bandicoot5@juno.com DATE>May 15, 1997 at 18:23:53 EMAILNOTICES>no PREVIOUS>2101 NEXT> LINKNAME> LINKURL>


[As the party rages on about him, the Bomber quietly finishes off a small mountain of Buffalo wings and roasted corn. He takes a deep draught of Heineken and wipes his hands. He stands up, straightens his clothing and hair, then runs headlong for the stage. Grabbing the mike, he starts to wail....]

Come on,
Baby don't you want to go,
Back to that same ol' place,
Sweet home, Chicago.