> After yet more conversation, I hit Selah with a
>sofa pillow...

Sounds like I missed out on some exciting stuff.

>It was wider than the regular rooms but
>had...pull-down beds.

That's so you can be comfortable when sleeping through meetings.

> Even at low volume, it was awkward to practice singing lyrics like, "Nothing tastes as
> good as human flesh!" as the cleaning ladies were walking by.

LOL LOL!

> ...from that point onward, up through the middle of the following day, I had that stupid
> song running through my head.

You are going to despise me if I ever come to an RU, because I know roughly a million silly songs, all of which will stick in your head. Mwahahaha.

> ...and on his
> way back to his seat (and after one false start), half-walked, half-skipped
> back to his seat.

This is really more than I ever needed to know about your gene pool, Sam.

> Tim juggled chocolate for us. For future reference, juggling mint patties
> works better than juggling Hershey kisses.

I TOLD YOU PEPPERMINT PATTIES > HERSHEY'S KISSIES!

> We (famous, Leen, and I) left the Cracker Barrel before most did, stopping at
> the Giant supermarket (Giant is the name, not the size) on the way to pick up
> the burgers for the next day.

I would have thought it meant everything was sized for a giant. Who's up for a six-pound hamburger?

>TalkingDog and Paul were close behind...

Who's Paul?

>...if you want down it to the gate
>at the end, and turn around to go back but find Monkeyman standing there, you can't move.

Oh, come on, he's not THAT fat. ;-)

>So after filing in, we naturally tried to scale our way up to the garage roof...

Yet more good times I missed.

It's nice to know that though most folks take themselves much too seriously, you zanies will always be out there to demonstrate the delicate skill of making an idiot of oneself and loving every minute of it. Thank you for working so hard to preserve a dying art, Sam. ;-)

La"Now back to your regularly scheduled homework"Zorra