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 Join Date: Jul 2003
 Location: Pitstone
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      A proper Internet Christmas greeting 
  Dear Family and Friends
 
 With Christmas almost upon us, I'd like to extend my heartfelt appreciation
 to all of you who have taken the time and trouble to send me "forwards" over
 the past 12 months. Thank you for making me feel safe, secure, blessed and
 healthy.
 
 Extra thanks to whoever sent me the email about rat **** in the glue on
 envelopes - cause I now have to go get a wet towel every time I need to seal
 an envelope. Also, I scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.
 
 Because of your genuine concern, I no longer drink Coca Cola because I know
 it can remove toilet stains, which is not exactly an appealing
 characteristic.
 
 I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked
 with a needle infected with AIDS.
 
 I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water
 buffalo on a hot day.
 
 I no longer go to shopping centres because someone might drug me with a
 cologne sample and rob me.
 
 I no longer eat KFC because their "chickens" are actually horrible mutant
 freaks with no eyes or feathers.
 
 I no longer worry about my soul because at last count, I have 363,214 angels
 looking out for me.
 
 Thanks to you, I have learned that God only answers my prayers if I forward
 an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.
 
 I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl on the
 Internet who is about to die in the hospital (for the 1,387,258th time).
 
 I no longer have any money at all, in fact - but that will change once I
 receive the £15,000 that Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating
 in their special on-line email program.
 
 Yes, I want to thank you all so much for looking out for me that I will now
 return the favour! If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people
 in the next 7 minutes, a large pigeon with a wicked case of diahorrea will
 land on your head at 4:00PM tomorrow afternoon. I know this will occur
 because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbour's
 ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician.
 
 
 Merry Christmas!
 
    
  Last edited by MJS : 21-Dec-2006 at 13:55.