You: I believe in Berkeley.
Berkeley has made my fortune, and I raise my daughter in the Berkeley
fashion.
Two weeks ago, I lost the E-mail addresses to many of my associates.
I searched the directories, but could not find them. I come to you
now, Don Bipleone, to ask you for these addresses.
Me: Why did you check these directories? Why did you not come to me
first?
You: I didn't want to get in trouble!
Me: I understand. College has been good to you. The administration
treats you well, and you have courts of law. You don't need a friend
like me. But now you come back and ask me for this...addresses, yet
you don't even think to call me Bipfather. If you had come to me as a
friend, then the addresses you seek would be yours.
You: Be my friend? Bipfather?
Me: <extends hand>
You: <kiss hand>
Me: Good. Here are the addresses you request.Ward - [email protected]
Ayson - [email protected]
Bradford Jencks - [email protected]Hello everybody. This is the Bip Report. We have new people today.
Christianne Connors, Wayne Wagner, Kevin Wu, Ayson, Reid Mizue, and
Carrie Fujitani. Welcome all.In a further note. While I appreciate the effort taken by a certain
person on this list to send me their address, the Federal Post Office
will normally only send a letter if it has such basic information as
"city, state, and zip code" on it. Any attempts to send a letter
without such information would result in the prompt return of the
letter. So please, for anonymity I 'll call you "Gladys," I am not a
college specialist. I don't know where wabash is. Let alone the zip
code of such a place. But just send the rest of the info, and it's
all good. Everyone else to. Send addresses.Okay, news time.
Long ago, in a University far, far, away...
<enter Bip Solo, master smuggler>
I needed bread. So i went to the DC. I walked over to meet Carey Lew
for dinner. As a master smuggler, I decided to take a loaf of bread.
My breakfast supplies were low. So I used "Sweater Technique II" to
sneak a loaf out. This was my latest smuggle. Some of you are new,
and don't know what I'm talking about. Well, I smuggle food out of
our DC, and use it for breakfast. You see, I'm a master smuggler.
You never heard of the Millenium Bip?
you: should i have?
Me: huh. I did the Kessel run in 3.5 parsecs! That's right, I'm a
master smuggler. That bread was mine as soon as I saw it. It's a
full loaf, plus I got some buns.Okay. That wasn't a well written story. I apologize. I got IM
basketball now. And this time, our savior, Gayna has declared she
will play! We are excited to have someone who knows how to play play.
The results of the game will probably be included in tomorrows Bip
Report.
Alright. You know the deal. Diamonds are forever, and so is the Don
Bipleone mafia stronghold over Berkeley, hidden under the unseeming
guise of a lowly Berkeley Extension student, yet in reality having
large connections with the Rispoli Family in Virginia, and the Palmore
Family in Brown, and running the powerful underground DC smuggling ring.
BIP