[Humor; extremely NONSUMO]

[Chewie <teague-family@worldnet.att.net>]

At 06:55 PM 4/3/97 +0000, you wrote:
>
>I would like to make one last request to everyone to send in their
>personal information 
>
>(Basho means the number of offical basho attended in person in Japan)
>
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Gee, I've noticed that you've sneaked in a new field with 
each "final request."  But "Basho attended in person in Japan???"  
Why not ask us how many times we've WISHED we'd  
attended a basho in Japan?  Or how many mawashi I have 
hanging in my closet, and in what colors? (Don't go there--
you'd be suprised!)  Or how many times I've looked at 
Takanonami and thought how grossly unfair it is that he has
nicer "oppai" than any female member of my family?!?  

Having opened Pandora's box and put it on your website,
now there'll be no end to the fascinating "personal info" 
which can be appended periodically ad nauseum.  And
it's good to have a place where we can continue to have 
categorized for all the world to see pertinent aspects of 
our wonderful selves--which of course are infinitely 
more interesting than that which brought us together 
in the first place...uh, a love of sumo, was it?  So enough 
already!   David!  Snap out of it!  I'm begging you as 
a close personal friend you know nothing about and 
who prefers to keep it that way!  ;-)    
  
I saw a cartoon reprinted somewhere recently.  
It shows passengers on a capsizing ship with only 
one lifeboat available.

The caption reads: "Since there are no women or 
children on board, Mr. Aaron here has suggested 
that we go in alphabetical order."

Well, Mr. Aaron, we're all lined up behind you, 
life jackets and mawashi nice and snug, name tags 
color-coded and pinned on perfectly straight, just 
the way you like.  Can we PLEEZ be dismissed now?

                                                        Love,
                                                        Chewie