From: sallyb@qiclab.scn.rain.com (Sally Bowley)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.tv.soaps
Subject: ATWT update of sorts for 9.9
Date: 10 Sep 92 08:25:59 GMT
Article-I.D.: qiclab.1992Sep10.082559.10486
Distribution: usa
Organization: SCN Research/Qic Laboratories of Tigard, Oregon.

HELLO CHAPS AND CHAPETTES!

alt.personals first...

hiho! saw you post a while back. how the divil are you? 

tootall(i think) - great poem!!! give this man a drink...

ribabe - have you at least found the time to change the sheets?

rodders - i owe you mail, me saved stuff went into the abyss. are you
there still?

joelessjoe - you and your alters have been mighty quiet lately; are
you all having fun? and what are you intending to do withthat new
rubber apron?

and now for those of you who can't stand the ward d stuff (who need
the jello enemas the most if you ask me), on with the show.......

so we find out that tease has flown the coop and that everyone knows
she is to blame for calling the cops and ratting on rosehand.
superdick wants to have her hung for the crime of stealing the money,
but i personally think this is too good for her. i've *always* hated
her - haven't i always hated her, jeep? - and would like to be the one
to carry out the punishment. can i, cani?? barbed is flitting about in
some see thru green gauze thing with pointy collar, insisting that she
deal with the situation. i suggest she deal with her inability to
wear decent clothes first. she and the dick have come back form their
love nest to find that frantic is about to run off to demoines avec
h2d. (lttle bit of culture there - practising for my journey across
the pond, you know). the dick tells frantic *not* to get on the plane,
but to get on her bike and get over to bab's place. poor anus who is
running about like a bellhop he's so excited that frantic is finally
coming around, has to fetch her bags back from the car and cancel the
trip. she shrieks at him to just do as he's told and he yes masa's her
and flees to do her bidding. sigh - if only tootall would obey my
every command like that....... she goes to see the dick and shows him
THE LETTER. he clues her in on who he's working for, she fills him in
on the trouble at the cabin and candycane's mysterious absence. even a
rock could have figured this one out...... oh gawd, now she's all a
flutter again and admits she still loves h2d. aaaaggggggHHHHHhh!!!!!!!
DIE YOU STUPID TWIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sorry.

at the snot club, get even calls courtme from the jet to crow, she
basically tells him to f*** off. he says it's not the same not being
able to share his success with her and he would like to talk with her
when he gets back - his night with easy did not change his feelings
for her. f*** orf and goodbye - that's GOODBYE, she says. of course,
anus is around to check she's okay. 

conrail is might po-ed that geteven gotcabot; i thought  it was great
when she flung her briefcase on the table at the snot club, in a
temper. she storms off to the airport to meet him, after calling easy
and finding out when his plane. she accuses him of stealing cabot
using her groundwork - he floors her by telling him their mother did
the business with cabot - er, *got* the business meeting with cabot
set up. he storms off, leaving her open mouthed and open to more petty
and petulant remarks from scooter who happens by on his way to pork
juicy in new york. well, that's what he's going for. tell it how it
is, i say. they say they miss each other, she asks if they can have
dinner and talk, he says he doesn't think so, in that haughty
my-s**t-don't-stink voice of his. poor conrail is agog, aghast and
agape.

back at greenacres, enema is wearing the scarf rosehand has bought her
when rosehand shows up with duh and demands it back now she's going to
stay. NOT REALLY!! everyone is just tickled she's back and they
proceed to have a home cooked supper, as usual, none of the pickle
jars make it to the table. meg and anGel talk, anGel tells her she's
thinking of calling off the wedding if klip doesn't get his act
together. AND FOR GAWD'S SAKE, ANgEL, DO SOMETHING WITH YOUR
HAIR!!! i've seen more life in a wet haddock. meg tries to talk with
klip, he's still in denial blah blah. anGel actually gets feisty and
refuses to talk with him. actually, i miss the old demonic anGel when
she was devil, if you see what i mean. this person is so colorless,
she reminds me of those painting books we used to have; the ones you
just had to piant with water and the colors would come thru, but all
misty and weak... nurse!! i'm regressing - more yellow ochre pills!!!

but the scene of the day had to be when juicy shows up at the hospital
to identify her long lost brother who went missing 4 years ago. MHH is
playing fling the bean bag at the doctor (quite reminded me of HHH)
when she peeks through the window at him. bwhahahahahahahaha!!! i
don't know who looked more stunned..... i'm sorry, i just can't take
MHH's plight at all seriously with that ridiculous thing on his head.
all he needs is a couple of horns and he's looklike noggin the nog.
for all of you who don't know what the hell i'm talking about - form a
line here please - noggin the nog was an old children's programme
(can't you tell i'm getting ready for a trip 'ome?). he was a viking
and had lots of adventures and probably more vocabulary that MHH. so,
as MHH is suffering from a massive blow to the noggin and he looks
like a viking, i'm going to suggest we call him noggin the nog, nog
for short. anyway, it was hard to tell if nog recognized juicy; his
brain is apparently so small after the surgery that it would be
remarkable if he recognized his own di... er sorry. so, i guess juicy
will say it's not her bro and leave. or maybe she'll say it is, and
have him installed in a private center, where no one will ever find
him? HHH would fit the bill nicely. 

all in all, things seems to be spicing up a bit, which is
typical, seeing as i'm planning to be out of the country for 3 weeks,
approximately 2 1/2 days, yuckdale time. i'm relying on chaps to keep
the updates coming so i'm not too disoriented when i get back. not tht
going home after 5 years won't be disorienting enuff - i shall need a
HUGE supply of pills to get me thru this trip back down mammary - er
memory, i don't want to go quite that far back - lane. so any you
would care to donate to this worthy cause, just leave 'em in the
winnie the pooh tin at the foot of me bed. 

leaving on the 21st back on the 13th oct....
cheerio
sal the gal


the business
dum dum!!!
pill
bed the other night, it 
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