At 01:41 PM 7/1/98 -0600, you wrote: >Lissen here, Texians. You all are bitchin' and moanin' about your drought, >but I don't see newspaper stories of anything burnin'. The stakes on the >Plains are the only thing flammable down there, aren't they? Instead we >read stories about the Texas Hair Ball. Now I like to choked on that, but >the story said it was real. Wimminfolk went to the hairdressers, don'tcha >know, and got their hair piled higher 'n a derrick. Couldn't even ride >normal in a car, but had to be hauled, a lyin' down. Well, that is, them >women that weren't wearin' hoopskirts. The hoopskirt set had to be hauled >in truck vans. Spend the whole evenin' standin' up, 'cause if you sit >wearin' a hoopskirt, your skirt flips right in your face and your privates >are public. How you gonna sleep? Your hair is on the pillow and your head >is somewhere south of there, your legs hanging off the bed. Criminently, >ain't they afraid that hair will crack and break even with toilet paper >wrapped around it? They gonna wear that with a ratty robe and scuffs to >fix breakfast? Apart from dusting the chandeliers and light fixtures, I >don't see the good. Might rid the property of armadilloes, scalawags and >cockroaches, though. M. Lawndale > See, that's how uninformed all you militia people up there in Ideehoho are. Wimmen in Texas don't got big hair no more. Not since Anna Nicole Smif got a haircut and put on weight. They give up hoop skirts too onct the pedal pushers was invented. Couple pair pedal pushers, couple moo moo dresses, and a few pair of different colored flip flops and you gots a wardrobe. George