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Originally Posted by Brinty

OOOHH! My stomach! If I didn't need it, I'd be done with it. I'm suffering from an overdose. Too many Easter eggs. I don't know if it was the chocolate or the marshmallow.

Oh gosh. I haven't felt this ill since I overdid the brandy on the Christmas pudding. Nobody told me you were supposed to set fire to the damn stuff.

I should be okay in an hour or so - I hope. If someone would be kind enough, please reserve a secluded table for two in the Lounge. The one in the back corner - the floor seems to be softer there and I can slip under the table if I feel the urge. I think I'll just stick to lemonade for a while.

I think candles would be appropriate too. Electric light seems to hurt my eyes. And there's a ringing in my ears - oh, it's the telephone, hang on.

"Hello . . . . . . you don't say, uh huh, . . . . .you don't say, well, well, . . . . . . you don't say."

"Who was it?"

"I don't know, he didn't say."

Now that's more like it Hay Brinty...find us some good Jazz on the Jukebox ....you know how to pick em