the art of drinking Tequila (splash art, that is)

["ROSSI J.A." <rossi@nusc.ARPA>]

It's good to know that I had the decency to be sick outside the house first
then ask for the bathroom.  I've got this theory of state dependent learning
that doesn't require cerebral cortex for intellegent behavior (to be read :
behavior usually emited by humans including thoughtfulness, although not
necessarily non-obnoxious behavior which I was informed I engaged in
during periods of consciousness in the sofa).  Anyway, if a good time can
be measured using sheer regurgitation as an index, I had a wounderful time
at Doug's party.  Thank's Joe, too bad the conversation wasdn't taped
then we could all argue the meaning of my comments (i.e., it is equally
conceviable that I might of said 'Where's the bat room' after being impressed
with the splash art I had created out side, ultimately refering to the
possibility that I was in need of a hit of acid ... ugh!)

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Tim and Jim,

Did you get my messages from last night.

Greg,

Send tape when convenient (thanks)

Shelli,

My friend Dave thought you looked cute in your jumpsuit.

(Sorry, for personal mesages in the Love-Hounds mail but I don't appear
to be capable of mailing anywhere but Eddie lately)

John
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