Subject: Re: Wow
From: firstname.lastname@example.org (Rev. Random the Other)
Date: Fri, 21 Nov 1997 02:33:33 GMT
!!!email@example.com (TarlaStar) wrote:
>firstname.lastname@example.org (Lou Duchez) wrote:
>>Wow, I haven't posted to alt.slack in, what, 10 days ... this makes maybe
>>the seventh post I've made in all of November ... and youse guys still
>>argue about me. Guess I'm not the most stubborn arguer on all of
>>alt.slack, eh, Tarla?
>Sure you are, Lou. This post proves it. You simply cannot resist
>responding to any post that even REFERS to you.
>How many points do I get for this one, Random?
I bet Lou hadn't even read my "The Game" post, but it sure struck a
chord with a buncha people. I would consider setting up a netpage to
keep track if I didn't know full well that SubG's would CHEAT LIKE
As far as your points, are you implying what you said here is a lie or
misdirection? And how the hell did *I* get on this thread, anyhow?
Here I was, staying the hell OUT of it, and next thing I know I HAD to
respond because my name gets mentioned....uh oh....ARRRRGHHHH!
DAMN glad we don't play by Jamaican convention rules, or you would
have got TWO points,and I would have lost one of MY points for falling
Well, as long as I'm here, I may as well point out that since
suspicion now equals certainty, I find it MIGHTY suspicious that Lou
want's to put as much distance between himself and That Package as
possible. It's almost like NO ONE would suspect Lou....Hmmmmm.
And there IS a Winking Lizard in Tempe...
Since I moved to NC I've gotten to see some REALLY entertaining hate.
There was a guy across the street blowing away my neighbors, one
house at a time. Four dead, buncha wounded. I overheard one survivor
in the gas station who said "I saw Larry coming with those guns, and
started to run, and he shot me in the back. I just fell and layed
there, real still. He stood right over me and shot me again in the
shoulder. I just layed there. Then he shot me in the back of the leg.
I just layed there. Then he shot me again in the back, and I just
layed there." I think Larry was pissed at him cuz he was a lazy
worker, always laying about.
Not much to say about the guy a half mile down who barbequed another
guy. His dog ran across the street to a neighbor's yard, gnawing on a
half-cooked HAND. Neighbor squealed, and the cops found his
girlfriend's ear (with earring) in the decorations on the kitchen
table, some organs in the fridge, and bits of her brain still stuck to
the inside of the microwave. He shoulda covered the dish with a paper
towel to keep the spattering down. A Rogue SubGenius? Hard to say.
Dumb as hell to let yer dog run off with evidence like that, so maybe.
This next guy, though...
A few miles further, and we have a classic case of Hate Escalation.
Neighbor one (Landgrabber) petitioned to have neighbor two (Chef Ah
Soul) 's little four foot by six foot plot of weeds, down at the end
of his property, declaired his (Landgrabbers) since Landgrabber wanted
to build a fence nice and straight, and the property line curved off
at the end, and well, Landgrabber had been keeping it mowed all this
time. In NC one can simply mow another's property for seven years, the
other thinking "How Nice," and then have it declared YOURS. Legally.
Anyhow, Chef Ah Soul fought the petition once the fence was built (his
first inkling...he actually had called the cops for the neighbor
building the fence on his land) and lost. So anyway he starts putting
up nasty signs, and so did the neighbor, and the town counsul made
them both take the signs down. So Chef Ah Soul puts up a bigger sign
on the roof of his car, and starts running his lawn mower outside
Landgrabber's window at 6am, letting it idle for a few hours every
day. Well, Landgrabber decides to have a Party one day, and invited
all his friends and business associates. They are all in the back yard
sipping drinks and making pleasant conversation, when Chef Ah Soul
fires up the grill. Stinkin' est thing yew ever smelt. Landgrabber
saunters over and impresses the boss by saying "Haw Haw, watcha
cookin? Smells like Shit!" Or something equally clever. The Chef
pulls from the cooler Landgrabber's Dog's Head, and impales it on the
fencetop, eyes glazed and tongue lolling, watching the party.
Chef Ah says proudly to the TV News cameras "Hell, it was a hunnert
dollar fine, misdemeanor, and worth every penny."
Bark-choy, anyone? Terrier-aki?
Rev. Random the Other
treacherous cretins RULE!