To: PatrickHenry
From Stalag 17!
Triz, in his bunk, a crumpled letter in his hand, is mumbling to himself.
TRIZ
I believe it! I believe it!
G.I.
You believe what?
TRIZ
My wife.
(Reading) 'Darling, you won't believe it, but I found the most adorable baby on our doorstep and I have decided to keep it for our own. Now, you won't believe it, but it's got exactly my eyes and nose...' Why does she always say I won't believe it? I believe it!
To: jonathanmo
Ah ... thanks. The accurate version is still applicable.
89 posted on
09/20/2005 8:08:14 AM PDT by
PatrickHenry
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