Foxy Loxy wrinkled his nose and scratched his scrotum in befuddled dejection. Where could it be? It was no good; his library card was nowhere to be found. What a puzzling palaver.... Foxy Loxy replaced his testicles and rummaged around in the back of his wardrobe until he found his reading spectacles, a family heirloom passed down from Fox to Fox for centuries. He perched them on his snout and sneaked an admiring glance at himself in his antique looking-glass: "What a sly old cunt you are, Foxy!" he thought, and licked his lips in anticipation. More from Foxy Loxy next week. Welcome back Big Tackles Brad Ford and Mitchell Mitchell! Hey gang, let's all go to the Chicago picnic! There are rumours afoot that Big Arthur Bergman will be wielding his spatulas at the barbeque! Now THAT'S what I call big tackle! Arantxa Sanchez Viccario ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net . Listen, this is pish, I think I'll leave -----------------------------------------------------------------------