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From:jbrewer.leathercenter@leathercenter.com
To:chenson.leathercenter@leathercenter.com,bshook.leathercenter@leathercenter.com, jswank.leathercenter@leathercenter.com, dgonzale.leathercenter@leathercenter.com, neecee@netsync.net, plucci@enron.com, mgruedler@hotmail.com, chaos247@bellsouthwest.net
Subject:Ummmm....woof?!
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Date:Sat, 29 Dec 2001 09:33:35 -0800 (PST)

<P<&nbsp;<BR<<BR<<FONT SIZE=3D2<<B<texex@texas.net</B<</FONT<<BR<<FONT SIZE=
=3D2<12/29/2001 10:07 AM</FONT<<BR<<BR< <FONT SIZE=3D2<To:</FONT< <FONT SIZ=
E=3D2<LSR51@aol.com, robert.dwiggins@alumni.utexas.net, FlyingS2@aol.com, m=
wr@dakotacom.net, jbrewer@leathercenter.com, jbookas@aol.com, gnbkpt@yahoo.=
com, RobAct@aol.com, roses4@texas.net</FONT<<BR< <FONT SIZE=3D2<cc:</FONT< =
<BR< <FONT SIZE=3D2<bcc:</FONT< <BR< <FONT SIZE=3D2<Subject:</FONT< <FONT S=
IZE=3D2<Ummmm....woof?!</FONT<<BR< <BR<<BR<</P<<P<<FONT FACE=3D"Monospace,C=
ourier"<Every day Rodney would come to work with a big smile<BR<on his face=
.<BR<</FONT<<BR<<FONT FACE=3D"Monospace,Courier"<Tyrone asked him one morni=
ng ...&quot;Man, why you always<BR<so damn happy when you come to work ever=
y day?&quot;<BR<</FONT<<BR<<FONT FACE=3D"Monospace,Courier"<Rodney replied,=
&quot;That's because I make<BR<love to my wife every morning before work. =
&quot;<BR<</FONT<<BR<<FONT FACE=3D"Monospace,Courier"<Amazed, Tyrone asked =
him how he gets his wife to make love to him every<BR<morning.<BR<</FONT<<B=
R<<FONT FACE=3D"Monospace,Courier"<&quot;That's easy,&quot; Rodney said. &q=
uot;I just tell her this little poem that<BR<I made up. She loves it! It go=
es like this&quot;: &quot;Blond hair, blond hair,<BR<eyes so blue... I love=
waking up and making love to you!&quot;<BR<</FONT<<BR<<FONT FACE=3D"Monosp=
ace,Courier"<Tyrone amazed said, &quot;Man, you white guys are so dang sent=
imental and shit....&quot;<BR<But he decided it wouldn't hurt to give it a =
try. So he spent the rest of the<BR<day thinking up a poem for his wife.<BR=
<</FONT<<BR<<FONT FACE=3D"Monospace,Courier"<The next day Tyrone showed up =
to work just all beat to hell; bruised<BR<eyes, broken nose, fat lip, the w=
orks. Rodney asked:<BR<&quot;Man, what happened to you?!&quot;<BR<</FONT<<B=
R<<FONT FACE=3D"Monospace,Courier"<Tyrone said, &quot;I don't know, man. I =
went home and tried your advice that's all.<BR<I just told her a poem....&q=
uot;<BR<</FONT<<BR<<FONT FACE=3D"Monospace,Courier"<&quot;Well, what poem d=
id you tell her?&quot;<BR<</FONT<<BR<<FONT FACE=3D"Monospace,Courier"<Tyron=
e told him:<BR<</FONT<<BR<<FONT FACE=3D"Monospace,Courier"<&quot;Nappy head=
, nappy head,<BR<eyes like a frog...<BR<If I could roll your fat ass over, =
I'd do you like a dog&quot;.</FONT<</P<