Subject: Baby's on Fire

Date: 18 May 1997 00:00:00 GMT

From: (MegaLiz)

Organization: MotPU: Where Binary Moodswings are ALWAYS on the Menu

Newsgroups: alt.foot.fat-free, alt.slack






AYUH. Body image is so fluid, so unrealistic, dontcha think? Ever look

at your hands on the keyboard and say, "DAMN! How'd Paw's paws get

there?" (I WOULD have, except his nails aren't nearly so long. I'm

pretty sure).


Anyway, if you've ever been the sort of person who gracefully glides

right into doorjambs because you forgot you had shoulders, I recommend

zygote bloat for the FULLEST experience of whatthefuck.


Just the other day, since I'm being home economical and all that, I

was, yes, I was, COOKING at the STOVE. Every minute or so I developed

a peculiar itchy-burning sensation in my belly. Each time, I then took

a few MORE seconds to realize that it was not Lemmy's somersaults, but

rather the application of my distended midsection to the edge of the

sizzling skillet that was causing the pangs.


I did this OVER and OVER again.



Temporary Identity Crisis Pacifier:


It won't help you remember my email address and it

will not fatten your feets, so what's the HARM?!?*