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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." < < < < < < < < __________________________________________________ < 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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