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Subject: Exactly! You tell us what you have to do with it. What were you doing in Sweden? Author: Miss Jane Marple [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 14:09:30 09/18/02 Wed In reply to: chadi 's message, "What is that: a lebanese song and swedish words....? What do I have to do with it?" on 13:31:48 09/18/02 Wed Or do you still deny that you were indeed selling shoes at a Swedish department store? Deny, deny, deny! Shades of Lord Harrington! One Guy Fawkes Day, Lady Harrington walked found her husband in bed with Hastings, both totally naked and quite sweaty. Lord Harrington never, ever admitted his infidelity. Until his dying day, he insisted there was a completely innocent explanation for the whole episode although he could never think of one. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date Mon dieu, ma cherie, how you ramble. I must insist that the nurse at Saint Mary Mead’s raise your Haldol dosage before you fly over the cuckoo’s nest—comme ça! However, you may be on to something…. Hercule Poirot 17:47:16 09/18/02 Wed Imbécile! You have no proof. I escape your clutches on the rocket-powered sailboat you see behind my, er, Chadi’s portrait. Ciao, suckers! (NT) -- Cardinal Richelieu, 17:51:00 09/18/02 Wed