[LTPC-discussions] A neat hidden message for corporate america :-)

Fri, 27 Jun 2003 18:59:18 -0400

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From: Abbywoof@aol.com=20
To: harmonyturtle@cox.net ; chrismaanao@cox.net ; Macadelickisme@aol.com =
; Stormyrayne28@aol.com ; TrimmNTann@aol.com ; kaceechase@bellsouth.net =
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dmccarth@bellsouth.net=20
Sent: Friday, June 27, 2003 6:12 PM
Subject: Fwd: The Painter

In a message dated 6/26/03 11:55:21 PM Eastern Daylight Time, LadyFin =
Here writes:

  The Painter

  There was a tradesman, a painter called Wayne, who was very interested
  in making a penny where he could, so he often would thin down paint to
  make it go a wee bit further.

  As it happened, he got away with this for some time, but eventually
  the Baptist Church decided to do a big restoration job on the painting =
of
  one of their biggest buildings. Wayne put in a bid, and because his
  price was so low, he got the job.

  And so he set to erecting the trestles and setting up the planks, and
  buying the paint and, yes, I am sorry to say, thinning it down with
  turpentine.

  Well, Wayne was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly
  completed when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder, and
  the sky opened, the rain poured down, washing the thinned paint from =
all
  over the church and knocking Wayne clear off the scaffold to land on
  the lawn among the gravestones, surrounded by telltale puddles of the
  thinned and useless paint.

  Wayne was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so
  he got on his knees and cried: "Oh, God! Forgive me! What should I =
do?"=20
  And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke...

  (you're going to love this)

  "Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!"

  Ouch ..I'm outta' here

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<DIV style=3D"FONT: 10pt arial">----- Original Message -----=20
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<DIV><B>To:</B> <A title=3Dharmonyturtle@cox.net=20
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title=3Dchrismaanao@cox.net=20
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href=3D"mailto:mastreet@telus.net.">mastreet@telus.net.</A> ; <A=20
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<DIV><B>Sent:</B> Friday, June 27, 2003 6:12 PM</DIV>
<DIV><B>Subject:</B> Fwd: The Painter</DIV></DIV>
<DIV><BR></DIV><FONT face=3Darial,helvetica><FONT lang=3D0 face=3DArial =
color=3D#004080=20
size=3D2 FAMILY=3D"SANSSERIF"><B>In a message dated 6/26/03 11:55:21 PM =
Eastern=20
Daylight Time, LadyFin Here writes:<BR><BR></FONT><FONT lang=3D0=20
style=3D"BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face=3DArial color=3D#000000 =
size=3D2=20
FAMILY=3D"SANSSERIF"></B><BR>
<BLOCKQUOTE=20
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TYPE=3D"CITE"><BR>
  <P align=3Dcenter></FONT><FONT lang=3D0 style=3D"BACKGROUND-COLOR: =
#ffffff"=20
  face=3D"Times New Roman" color=3D#000000 size=3D3 =
FAMILY=3D"SERIF"><B>The=20
  Painter</FONT><FONT lang=3D0 style=3D"BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff"=20
  face=3D"Times New Roman" color=3D#000000 size=3D2 =
FAMILY=3D"SERIF"></B><BR><BR><BR>
  <P align=3Dleft><BR>There was a tradesman, a painter called =
</FONT><FONT lang=3D0=20
  style=3D"BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face=3DArial color=3D#000000 =
size=3D2=20
  FAMILY=3D"SANSSERIF">Wayne, who was very interested<BR>in making a =
penny where=20
  he could, so he often would thin down paint to<BR>make it go a wee bit =

further. As it happened, he got away with this for some =
time, but=20
 eventually the Baptist Church decided to do a big restoration job =
on the=20
 painting of one of their biggest buildings. Wayne put in a bid, and =
because=20
 his price was so low, he got the job. And so he set to =
erecting the=20
 trestles and setting up the planks, and buying the paint and, yes, =
I am=20
 sorry to say, thinning it down with turpentine. Well, Wayne =
was up=20
 on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly completed when =
suddenly=20
 there was a horrendous clap of thunder, and the sky opened, the =
rain poured=20
 down, washing the thinned paint from all over the church and =
knocking Wayne=20
 clear off the scaffold to land on the lawn among the gravestones,=20
 surrounded by telltale puddles of the thinned and useless=20
 paint. Wayne was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the=20
 Almighty, so he got on his knees and cried: "Oh, God! Forgive me! =
What=20
 should I do?" And from the thunder, a mighty voice =
spoke... (you're=20
 going to love this) "Repaint! Repaint! And thin no =
more!" Ouch=20
 ..I'm outta' here </BLOCKQUOTE> 

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Full-name: LadyFin Here
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Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2003 23:55:21 EDT
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The Painter

There was a tradesman, a painter called Wayne, who was very interested
in making a penny where he could, so he often would thin down paint to
make it go a wee bit further.

As it happened, he got away with this for some time, but eventually
the Baptist Church decided to do a big restoration job on the painting of
one of their biggest buildings. Wayne put in a bid, and because his
price was so low, he got the job.

And so he set to erecting the trestles and setting up the planks, and
buying the paint and, yes, I am sorry to say, thinning it down with
turpentine.

Well, Wayne was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly
completed when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder, and
the sky opened, the rain poured down, washing the thinned paint from all
over the church and knocking Wayne clear off the scaffold to land on
the lawn among the gravestones, surrounded by telltale puddles of the
thinned and useless paint.

Wayne was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so
he got on his knees and cried: "Oh, God! Forgive me! What should I do?" 
And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke...

(you're going to love this)

"Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!"

Ouch ..I'm outta' here

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 LANG=3D"0">Wayne, who was very interested<BR>
in making a penny where he could, so he often would thin down paint to<BR>
make it go a wee bit further.<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
As it happened, he got away with this for some time, but eventually<BR>
the Baptist Church decided to do a big restoration job on the painting of<BR=
>
one of their biggest buildings. Wayne put in a bid, and because his<BR>
price was so low, he got the job.<BR>
<BR>
And so he set to erecting the trestles and setting up the planks, and<BR>
buying the paint and, yes, I am sorry to say, thinning it down with<BR>
turpentine.<BR>
<BR>
Well, Wayne was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly<BR>
completed when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder, and<BR>
the sky opened, the rain poured down, washing the thinned paint from all<BR>
over the church and knocking Wayne clear off the scaffold to land on<BR>
the lawn among the gravestones, surrounded by telltale puddles of the<BR>
thinned and useless paint.<BR>
<BR>
Wayne was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so<BR>
he got on his knees and cried: "Oh, God! Forgive me! What should I do?" <BR>
And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke...<BR>
<BR>
(you're going to love this)<BR>
<BR>
"Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!"<BR>
<BR>
Ouch ..I'm outta' here<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
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