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         7/6/79   6:19 pm     lynch / udperuse / unidel
whine / unidel  6/25/79  9:13 pm  anonymous / unidel 
        I am not a predujuce person.  Race, Political
beliefs, religeous beliefs don't bother me.
        There is one type of person i hate on sight 
however.
        I HATE FAT WHALEBAITS!
i am refering to those big fat extreamly ugly
women, with there ugly body with fat dripping off
and big strech marks, and a big wide face with there
cheeks hanging low, spit dripping  out of there mouth,
wearing tight ugly clothing, a cigeritte in one hand
usally walking around with 2 preschool brat children
who will grow up to be total losers.   I think these
people are total insults to the human race and should
be made to take care of there bodys or shot.
 
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         7/6/79   6:20 pm     lynch / udperuse / unidel
whine / unidel  6/26/79  2:04 pm  graper / udperuse / unidel
Dear Comrade:
 
        Honest to god, that spelling was so bad that I
couldn't make it through the first note.  Either whine it
right or don't whine it at all.
 
                Respectfully yours,
 
                David Graper
 
                Vice President
                Control Data Corporation
 
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         7/10/79   5:28 pm     lynch / udperuse / unidel
whine/unidel 7/9/79  12:01 pm jessica/udperuse/unidel
How do you feel about people with acne, original note-
writer?
 
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         7/10/79   5:31 pm     lynch / udperuse / unidel
Dear Jessica:
 
        I don't know about the original notes writer, but
I really dig people with acne.  Not so much girls, but 
guys with acne are really neat.  There used to be this
guy in my German class who had pimples on the back of his
neck that were real goodies:  I don't mean those ones 
that squeeze out columns of white hardened stuff but
real gushers that spurt all over your bathroom mirror
when you squeeze 'em.  
        Well, I'd be there conjugating "to shovel" or 
something and he'd reach around and start scratching those
mothers on the back of his neck.  Fascination with this
miracle of nature many times detracted from my German
performance, he rending his diseased flesh and having little
drops of goop dribbling and hardening on the fuzz of his
crew cut.  There was a man who could put on a good show.
 
                Your Friend,
                Dr. Graper