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From: liebert@sjuvax.UUCP (liebert)
Newsgroups: net.jokes
Subject: A Comedy of Crustaeceans...
Message-ID: <272@sjuvax.UUCP>
Date: Thu, 19-Apr-84 13:21:53 EST
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Posted: Thu Apr 19 13:21:53 1984
Date-Received: Sat, 21-Apr-84 02:40:15 EST
Organization: Saint Josephs Univ. Phila., Pa.
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[If you can read this, I must be too coherent]

	Once there were these two clams, Sam and Fanny. They were rather fond
of each other, and one could say they were quite an item.

	One day a clam dredge came along and scooped them both up. They were
both shelled, processed and eaten (clams casino, I think). They found 
themselves at the pearly gates (no pun intended) where St. Peter awaited them.

	Now Fanny, gem that she was, had led an exemplary life and was issued
a harp and ushered into heaven. Sam, on the other hand, had been quite a
reprobate and was therefore sent where all bad clams go.

	Much time passed, and Fanny was having a pleasant time floating on the 
clouds and playing her harp (with whatever clams play harps with) when St.
Peter came and inquired about her welfare. Fanny replied that she was hanging
in there, but missed poor Sam. Well, being a saint and all, Peter told her
that although they don't usually do this sort of thing, he would let her go
down and visit him. "Bring your harp", he reminded her, "so when you return
here, we'll know you belong".

	So St. Peter pressed a few keys on the 'AngelVAX', and in a flash, Fanny
found herself where all bad clams (and most programmers) end up. She looked
around at all the run-down buildings and dingy streets, looking for her Sam.
Finally, off in the distance she saw a brightly lit, gaudy  place with garish
blinking lights called "Sam's Disco". She went in and, well, boy was she
shocked! All around the place were sleazy people in various stages of undress,
carousing and dancing. She was rather disturbed by all this, but this was 
nothin' compared to what she saw next. There was here beloved Sam Clam
surrounded by all these foxy chicks!! And he was having the time of his life
(er... death). She bolted out of that place, and didn't stop once (except to ask
directions in New Jersey) 'till she arrived safe and sound at the pearly gates.

	She pounded furiously on the gates, "Let me in!! Let me in!!". Finally
St. Peter came and said "But Fanny...where is your harp???" To which Fanny 
cried:

		     "I LEFT MY HARP IN SAM CLAM'S DISCO!"



Sorry to make you read this, but someone had to.


			      Peter Liebert      
			      Saint Joseph's University      
			      Philadelphia, PA      

(a less travelled path...) {allegra | astrovax | bpa | burdvax}!sjuvax!liebert