Date:         Sun, 24 Nov 1996 06:56:00 -0500
From: Rqymond McDowell
              <Raymond.McDowell@BMHKG-01.SMJARDIN.LANGATE.SPRINT.COM>
Subject:      INT: SPT: Where's EmJay?  Wha's Hap'nin'?

         Xiao Da Shing Shing and Rqy rolled up to the SPT singing.
         Rqy was singing "My Shanghai Girl" and Xiao was singing "My
         PuDong Petunia".  Both were doing their best Maurice
         Chevalier imitations.

         Xiao jammed on the breaks and the jeep jerked to a halt. Rqy
         was sent flying ass over elbows and landed in the front seat
         with his head where his butt ought to be.

         "We're here!"

         "Great.  Now if you'll be so kind as to help me right myself,
         we could enter the SPT and enquire as to the EmJay results."

         "I don't know, Dad.  You look kinda natural in that
         position."

         "Xiao, my dear adopted son.  I'm sure you're only joking, but
         just in case you're not, I'd like to remind you of the kind
         of hell unfilial Chinese children go to."

         Xiao growled under his breath, but nontheless reached over
         across Rqy, wrenched the door handle and pushed the door
         open.  Then he gave Rqy a nudge and the upside down writer
         tumbled out and landed flat on his back.  Rqy looked up at
         the open sky.

         "Wah! Xiao.  Look.  That cloud overhead looks just like the
         face of a that beautiful big-eyed Shanghai girl I met in the
         disco."

         "Looks more like a bannana cream pie with whipped cream on
         top to me."

         Rqy cocked his head to the side.  "Hmm. You could be right."
         Then he hopped to his feet and the two travelling companions
         linked arms and headed to the bar, sining to the tune of
         "We're Goin' To The Chapel".

                   "We're goin' to the tavern
                   And we're gonna get snockered.
                   Goin' to the tavern for fun.
                   Whoa-Whoa-Whoa-Wo---"