Sorry, that's ham-speak for Russian over-the-horizon missle early warning radar which splatters into

[dolari]

Jenn wakes up and stretches....muscles are sore, but no headache...no stomache ache...no feeling of 400 gallons of water in her stomach.

I'M CURED!

From Elenderel:

>...angeljuice?!

>er ...if that solitary vote for Tim Burton's Angeljuice is the result of my musings ... feel
>free to remove it from the list of names with votes ... I'd vote for it if the story were
>about something totally different. I'd just wanna explore his perception of angeljuice,
>whatever that might be ... something strange ... but definitely not anything to do with
>Andrea :)

>so if ya wanna take it off the list, oh please do so :)

I would, but...we have a winner in the title contest!!!



OW! OW! STOP HITTING ME! OW!!!!!

Okay okay....the real title and a splash picture will be up in a few days.... :)

Please stop hitting me. :)