Subject: Whizzamagigs

Date: 10 Jul 1997 00:00:00 GMT

From: Myrk@voicenet.com (Myrkury)

Organization: Steel Toad

Newsgroups: alt.slack

Followup-To: alt.slack

 

Neat stuff:

 

A little thingie you plug into your phone that intercepts all your calls

and asks "Please enter your party's identification code" (or some such

officious goobledygok.) Then if the person calling you doesn't know your

secret code number they get disconnected. I like this very much. I have

ordered it for only $40. I'm not going to tell y'all where cause I'm mean.

 

Who wants to trade a crummy old powerbook (with modem and etc.) for

something? I want that fucking Mac outta my house soon.

 

That little growth at the bottom of the handle of my peeler. It's for

"frenching" green beans. I wonder if I've been kissing wrong all these

years. Maybe if I frenched my Yeti-love she see fireworks. I would,

coming out of the barrel of a gun.

 

The post X-day Drill postings read like the bulletin board of a residential

12 step treatment facility. I thought I had a good time, maybe I was just

brainwashed.

 

Some people are facinating. They are also aggravating dolts. If you

simply wander away when they begin annoying you, you can really dig what

they are saying, fer real dude.

 

Spaetzle.

 

Rev Myrkury the About to take another Nap

 

P.S. Got $100,000.00? Turn it into $2,500,000.00! Not an MLM! Just

another scam! Send me a check! Find out for yourself! E-mail me with

"remove" in the headers!

 

P.P.S. Emballage fait de papier recycle a 90%, dont au moins 35% de

dechets de post-consommation.

 

P.P.P.S. 50. DALLAS, TEXAS. WE'VE GOT IT ALL! Vibrant, exciting, diverse,

western heritage combined with high tech of tommorrow. Shopping, sports,

nightlife, dining, arts, amusement parks. Free visitors packet. Sned $30

to Being Our Best, Dallas' Only Blue Book for Sightseeing, P.O. Box 140306

Dallas, TX 75214.

 

P.P.P.P.S. That's four of 'em. Stick a fork in it, we're brown in the

middle.

 

P.P.P.P.P.S. Actually the Government wants you to cook the beef till a

thermometer says its done, as opposed till when you decide it is done.

therMWOWMeter. oBo, chemical implants on the tip, driven into every peice

of meat you eat. Condoms, hamburgers, they're all the same to me. I guess

the women have had their meat subjected to implantation. See, if those

damn homos were just a little more assertive about raping every single man

in america in the ass (wearing a CON approved therMWOWMeter/condom of

course.) I'd be able to get a bloody rare cheeseburger at Hooters. I

can't now and it's all the fault of them faggots. I'm sending this month's

tithe to Jesse Helms. STAMP OUT HOMERSEXUALS BRING BACK RARE BEEF! or

ENCOURAGE HOMERSEXUALS BRING BACK RARE BEEF!