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dumb questions

cribbed from a Sunday Washington Post of May, 1997. Just where do you get off telling me what to do, Your Honor? Are you sure that's a spaceship behind the comet? -- because I wouldn't want to make a mistake here. Okay, swell. Just checking. If you are not supposed to eat animals, why are they made of meat? Do I, like, have a shot at boinking you? FORMAT C: drive? Did people in the olden days realize what fuddy-duddies they were? Doesn't it count that I was thinking of you the whole time? Why did you sit down if the seat was up? Tell me, am I gullible, Lady Fortuna? * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *