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Re: The House of Groo



If the problem is too great a concentration of Groo, then I suggest that you distribute the Groos to those of us on the list who would be willing to mind them for you.

Dieter :)#

Azamin \"Cantona\" Zainol Abidin wrote:

> Maybe there is too many Groo at your house.  So they united as a team to ruin your life.  Well, you can put them in the dungeon so that they can't get out.  Groo only get out from the dungeon when somebody else get him out.
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> Grossmann, Gary wrote:
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> > I sit here writing this message, knowing it will not be sent for a couple days because, well...I Grooed.  Hmm, where to begin.  You see, my whole house is turning into the House of Groo.  First there was that septic system problem.  Now all my pump house plumbing needs to be replaced and I could be without water at any minute.  Then the dishwasher broke.  Maybe we got it fixed and maybe we didn't because when we tried to turn the valve back on that feeds the dishwasher, the valve broke so the water can't get in.  And we just discoverd the furnace/heat pump puts out the same neutral air whether it's set on heat or air conditioning.
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> > But what does this have to do with me Grooing and not being able to send a message, you ask?  Well, one of my projects this summer is to tear down the rickety old pump house and build a nice shed, with the pump stuff in one corner.  Part of the plan calls for a new power line to be run out there to do more than just run the pump.  This requires that I dig a 100 plus feet of ditch at least 2' deep.  So I carefully dig the first few feet near the house, making sure I don't break the phone line, the cable TV line, and the main power line.  Sure enough, I expose them and everything is cool.  So I rent a trencher to save time and my spinal column and start merrily digging away.
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> > 15 feet from the house and at a 90 degree angle from the direction the phone line I exposed was heading, I cut the phone line!  What the hell was it doing there?  Two more feet of digging and the trencher gets stuck in the soft dirt.  ARRGGHHH!
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> > You know, I think this all started shortly after I got my GROO license plates.  Yeah, that's it!  Rather than destroying my car, the Groo Curse is destroying my house so I'll have to LIVE in my car!  Hmmm.  I should have gotten a bigger car.
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> > Take care all -Gary G.
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> > PS  After some very Groo-ish thoughts about the stuck trencher which I ultimately dissmissed (I didn't have enough left over fireworks anyway) I started thinking like Rufferto and got out the jack to my car and some wooden blocks and got the damned thing unstuck.
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