Subject: scheduling changes
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Dear All,
Please note the following scheduling changes below. A new confidential workplan has been posted to the ftp site.
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From: CY
i think this email was sent to me in error.
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From: HM
me too- ?
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From: SB
Dear All:
I think this email was sent to me in error, too.
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From: ED
me too?
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From: JK
Me as well.
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From: MM
Me as well
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From: NH
I think you are probably looking for N.
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From: CS
and me
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From: NJ
Me too....
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From: KK
Me too!
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From: EG
ditto
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From: GP
and me
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From: HE
I think this was sent to me in error as well.
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From: WH
Me too...
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From: TG
I am not quite sure if this message was intended for me.
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From: CB
I think this was sent to me in error also.
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From: SL
And me as well.
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From: JS
Me too.
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From: SE
and me
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From: JL
Me too!
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From: SN
Me too.
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From: JT
This has been sent to us in error, also.
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From: TW
Me too
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From: AB
I think I'm on this email by mistake.
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From: CC
To me too...
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From: ST
me, too
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From: LK
STOP REPLYING ALL
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From: SH
me too
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From: SW
me too?
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From: AP
me too
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From: DS
I think I got this in error.
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From: DW
Hi, I think this may have been sent to me in error as well.
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From: MM
I'll join the list also. Wrong person?...
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From: AM
And me….
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From: SS
Understood... Please stop responding!!!
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From: LO
I erroneously received it as well.
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From: PS
This email was sent to me in error.
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From: AS
..and me
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From: MC
CAN YOU GUYS STOP REPLYING TO ALL. Now instead of having this email once I have it 25 times. Just write back to the person who sent it!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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From: NL
ME TOO!!! How odd...
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From: SW
And me.
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From: SN
Me too.
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From: KG
me too
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From: CC
Me too.
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From: KA
All,
Apparently there was an error in sending and most of us shouldn’t have received this. Can we kindly stop hitting “reply all”, however?
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From: AR
If you received this email in error. DO NOT reply to all. Reply only to A.
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From: MWG
Can we please all stop REPLYING ALL. You are crashing my inbox!
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From: AM
Same here.
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From: AC
Same here!
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From: LM
Me too
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From: BM
But for one brief moment, we've all been brought together by this. Can't you feel the love?
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From: KZ
and me
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From: JF
Here too!
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From: SW
LOL...
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From: AB
Ditto
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From: LD
Yup, me 2.
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From: TM
I feel like I need to take a shower.
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From: MK
Same here.
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From: AS
This has made our day.
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From: CE
...and me.
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From: ZM
This gave me a good laugh.
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From: JJ
..and me too.
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From: HG
me too..
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From: WS
Look out its an worldwide e-mail-valanche!
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From: JB
and that was the book of the never ending story
The cannon is mostly used on weekends to attract people to Gill’s Farm Market on Route 209 in Hurley, but sometimes the guys get together at the 1,500-acre farm and blast it when nobody’s around. Just for fun.
They’ve shot pumpkins, scuba tanks and a basketball filled with corn and foam insulation. They once scattered some geese by accidentally shooting into the flock. Then there’s the time they shot a bowling ball more than a mile.
“The first time we shot a bowling ball, that’s was probably the worst thing we ever did,” Arold says. “It kept going and going and going.” -- via Neatorama
The most terrifying thing I've seen is her making a Kwanzaa cake. Watch that clip and tell me your eyeballs don't burst into flames. It's a war crime on television. You'll scream.
I'm pretty sure, judging by the vestigial ectoplasm on my jacket that I was sideswiped by pure evil.An icy, tendril of fear runs down my spine. I turn and find myself looking straight into the deceptively attractive and reasonable looking face of Sandra Lee.
Now, I've said some unkind things over the years about Sandra. Far too many and far too terrible things to ever apologize for. Plus, I pretty much meant every word. Once you've seen Sandra making Kwanzaa Cake on YouTube, there's no backing down. Sandra is talking. I know this cause her lips are moving and she's saying--overtly anyway, nice things. Like "You're a very naughty man," and she's chatting amiably with my wife. But one hand is picking over me like the meat buyer at Peter Luger selecting a rib section--like some demonic bird of prey is poking and prodding, deciding where the weakest, most tender point of entry is, giving, as I recall, a point by point review of her investigations to my wife--who ordinarily, I have to say, would have been across the table with a tomahawk chop elbow to the top of the skull by now, but who, like me, sits mesmerized and grinning insanely, frozen by the ..bizarrenessof the moment which seems to go on forever as Sandra's hand wanders upward, tugs an ear lobe and asks if my ears are red yet. (They were.) Having had her way with me, she leaves the emptied husk of my carcass teetering at the table and moves on.
I felt like the victim of a drive-by shooting. "What just..happened?" I said with a weak, trembly voice. I looked around to see if anyone else had noticed the quiet but very thorough disembowelment that had just occurred. Nothing. It had looked, to anyone who'd care to notice, like any other cocktail party conversation--but I knew better. I had looked into those eyes. I'd seen. Oh, she was smiling all right, but I'm pretty damn sure you could have dragged a rusty butterknife across my carotid artery right there at the table and her expression would not have changed, maybe only the eyes, they'd roll over white as I geysered onto the chafing dishes.
Frozen slabs of Surimi... are mixed with starch, egg whites, and crab flavorings. Without the flavoring, mild Surimi has almost no taste at all... Next Surimi paste pumps over to the cook lines, where it extrudes out into thin ribbons...
