Date: Sun, 5 Apr 1998 00:03:30 EST From: out of the lost hour between 2 and 3 am Subject: Re: [WRITERS] FILL: Hand job [note: any meaningfulness in the following play with words is probably due to the readers, not the writer, who pleads the fifth...maybe the sixth and seventh, too?] Stealing from what John Bailey selected at Sat, 04 Apr 1998 19:25:44 +0100, with some pruning, a dash of punctuation, maybe the extra editorial comment or two...let's see what we can do with Subject: [WRITERS] FILL: Hand job I cannot believe what? I just read cut from a WRITERS message today: [blood dripping from the pound of flesh, slashed away without benefit of judge or jury?] Leave Billy's Willy where it belongs. [the teenybopper chant of the year! with a little beat to it...hand jive? can you imagine hordes outside the white house with the scarlet letter chanting all night huge posters for the news crews all asserting the presidential position Leave Billy's Willy...where it belongs! ] Exactly. But that's only part of the issue at hand. [no issue at hand? or on the dress? just the press?] There. i guess that [the period, no doubt?] about covers it. [coverage? the press wants to know what's in your pants? was it lust or just an itch? did you inhale this time?] To your satisfaction, not to mine. [ah, that's the question, whether tis his satisfaction, her's (or hers's?), or even ourses... and shall satisfaction in the highest offices of the land overthrow excellence?] all that's lacking is who, when, why, and... the how is all too often discussed in the breach. are we breathing faster yet? tink