We have a position open in our mail room. Kouri's mail has become too much for one person to handle. In the past week he has received more mail than I have. Tonight he got a notification about his sweepstakes entry from some outfit called N.M.E., out of Clearwater FL. On Saturday it was a money saving opportunity for a successful future - which he deserves says the envelope. On Friday he hit the jackpot. The Postal Commem orative Society pitched their silver dollar collection to him, and 2 banks sent him pre-approved credit card offers. Then there was that 'buy ugly shoes and we'll throw in a battery operated hair cutting kit' deal. So, anybody want to be Kouri's secretary? We will supply the litter pan, and an extra cardboard box to sleep in, plus a food dish. You need to bring your own sleepsacks, a pack of Q-tips for your ears, and if you bite - bring your own Bitter Apple. Oh, and if you pee on the floor, you better be prepared to clean it up yourself! Georgia - the left coast one... PS: Only those unafraid to have raccoons stare at them through the windows need apply. [Posted in FML issue 2982]