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Subject: Re: What Do YOU Remember - forwarded topic by Lettuce

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Dan Quayle

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Date Posted: 13:17:34 01/11/03 Sat
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In reply to: Lettuce 's message, "What Do YOU Remember - forwarded topic by Lettuce" on 16:14:55 09/23/02 Mon

I remember hemmerroids and how awful they itched and how bad I wanted to scratch them when I was on TV.

I remember that wild night in Palm Springs with Nancy Reagan before she had liver spots and married that cream puff ronnie.

I remember mommy reading little Sambo to me in bed and how little Sambo ate a whole 27 pancakes and wupped a tigers ass.

I remember unlimited resources, tax breaks, and Tony Bennet holidays in Grenada.

I remember playing with my puppy (sloppy) and how he would like the whipped cream from my head and that was real whipped cream too.

I remember when there was no poverty in America because we didn't have to think about those non-work incentive homeless people.

I remember how George Bush Sr. held me in his arms and kissed the top of my head when I stubbed my toe and cried all over and I thought I was going to die because it hurt so bad. Now I know what it must be like to go to war and be shot or something like that but at least our soldiers get Medicare or something good like that.

I remember when I went to church and the ladies wore really neat hats with little easter chicks in them and some of them ladies even wore pink garter belts and really sexy, heavy make up.

I remember Pepperidge Farm cookies and oatmeal from the bucket.

God Bless America. Love your friend Dan Quayle.

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