Subject: Begging for Questions - Re: My Sexual Fetish

Date: 25 Oct 1996 00:00:00 GMT

From: 1Ol01O@radix.net (MegaLiz)

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

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

References: 1 , 2

 

dflync01@starbase.spd.louisville.edu (David F Lynch) wrote:

 

: Currently there's a woman thinking with my brain. I don't mind that

: she's using my brain, I just wish she'd stop fucking about and go

: for the rest of my body too.

 

I just hafta say that it is a DAMNED GOOD THING that you post so much

Dave. You are currently using all my MegsoMemory. I am jarred into

remembering something or other everytime I read ya.

 

So here's the deal: I don't mind giving money to people who just ASK

FOR IT. I had an absolutely DELIGHTFUL and SLACKFUL encounter not long

ago with a woman who just asked me for money. No smarmy, pitiful,

LYING reason, she just said, "Would you please give me some of your

change?" So I did. I was in a drive-thru at the time, and had to

admire her (did I already tell this story?), 'cause most people would

be too flustered to lie and say that they had no cash while they were

"trapped" in my position. She proceeded to pray for me on the spot and

then BELTED out a BEAUTIFUL attempt at the "Hail to the Redskins"

fight song. It was well worth the buck.

 

Conversely TODAY I was accosted by a big guy in a parking lot. His

first mistake was to sneak up on me. I just HATE that. His second

mistake was to LIE. He said, "Would you give me some change for gas?

My car ran out of gas and I only need 75 cents." I told him I didn't

have any change, which I didn't, of course, and then I proceeded to

quiz him about where his car was and why didn't he just coast down the

hill to the Exxon. I pointed out that the folks there are really nice

and would probably let him have enough fuel to get home or to the bank

or whatever. I kept moving toward the driving lane the whole time,

pestering him about the details about his car and its whereabouts. By

the time I scared him off with my helpfulness I was really pissed off.

If he was a CARJACKER then I guess he got himself NICED right out of a

heist.

 

I stayed pissed off, until I realized that I had, for the first time

today, encountered someone who was dumber than I felt. This is not an

important sign for most of YOU, I'm sure, but when you're chemically

stupid and looking for improvement, nothing is more ENCOURAGING.

 

Hail to the Retreads!

 

 

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