John W. Cook |
Systems Administrator |
Florida State University | voice: (904) 644-7299
College of Law | fax: (904) 644-5487
Tallahassee, FL 32306-1034 | Internet: jc...@law.fsu.edu
The sys. admins of the world are testing here...should we be freightened?
is this a sys. admin nazi type takeover.....or just a co-in-kee-dink???
I say we call 'im and scream peace slogans in 'is ear.
wait...college of law.......
hey I'm the one with the cerebral fluid swelling...don't
ever take me serious.
heh heh...
Lyvvie
--Wascally Weird Wedhead and lawyer admirererereer..how do ya spell it?
[snip]
Out Of Order:
> [takes out a chocolate bar, splits it in two, looks at it closely as if
> trying to figure out which half is which, gives the one in his left
> hand to G.D. Bosveld, eats the other half, and runs away]
> BBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!
> A rather small explosion, as explosions go, but given that it took
> place in someone's mouth, it was quite sufficient.
_Nice_ technique, man... wish I'd thought of that one...
The Scarlet Manuka,
Befriender of Dragons,
Annihilator of T*sters...
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The Scarlet Manuka, | "Cast but a glance at riches, and they
Befriender of Dragons, | are gone, for they will surely sprout
Annihilator of T*sters, is: | wings and fly off to the sky like an
sa...@madvax.maths.uwa.edu.au | eagle." - Proverbs 23:5
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*All opinions in this article are fictional. Any resemblance to real
opinions, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental.*
>In article <g.d.bosveld...@kvi.nl> g.d.b...@kvi.nl (G.D. Bosveld)
>writes:
>>sorry
>Nee, ek kan dit nie ignoreer nie. Geheel nie. En waarom vra jy daar
>verskoning voor?
>____________________________________________________________________________
> Defender of Afrikaans | Lucas Venter
> Ons taal is ons trots. | WSK...@PUKNET.PUK.AC.ZA
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AAAGH!
Lucas strikes again
(Gelukkig nie met 'n "bbbbbooooooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmm" nie)
Morne
And? Where's the cash, kiddo? Contrition is nothing without financial
retribution. Ask any church...
Malcolm.
--Um, Defender of the Faith? Deflector of Arbroath? Inflector of the
Lathe...
: >sorry
: Nee, ek kan dit nie ignoreer nie. Geheel nie. En waarom vra jy daar
: verskoning voor?
traguna makoides tracorum satis de
nakipo ecrip scrtip crumpet leich
and a wonna wonga to you too!
: ____________________________________________________________________________
: Defender of Afrikaans | Lucas Venter
: Ons taal is ons trots. | WSK...@PUKNET.PUK.AC.ZA
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@"You are a threat to tolerance, Pinky"- The Brain @
@"Love is a perky elf dancing a merry little jig and then @
@suddenly he turns on you with a miniature machine gun."-Matt @
@Groening "Love is Hell" @
@" If I live long enough, I'm going to run out of samples"- @
@-Chekov "The Deadly Years" @
@"The Trashheap has spoken. Nyaah."--Fraggle Rock @
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>>sorry
>Nee, ek kan dit nie ignoreer nie. Geheel nie. En waarom vra jy daar
>verskoning voor?
Eek!!! He's spezking in tongues again!!!!!! Help!!!! I feel myself
lapsing into Spanish................
--
Sharlene:
The confused, the lost, the *giggle* fiend....
Hopelessly besotted with a Canadian.
AHA! I SAW THIS ONE 1st!
Sir Troll calls over his friend the Green Dragon and his sister pecca da
morph.
hehehehehehehehehehehe
You're Mine BOSVELD!
hehehehehehehehehehe
pecca da morph turns Bosveld into a GIANT can of spam.
Then the Green Dragon roasts him.
Then the 3 happily eat the roasted spam after a prayer to Kelly, High
Priestess of Spam.
Oh..and of course...Sir Troll then throws a little black thing into the
can and...
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SSSSSST aka Ahhh, does it feel good to find a tester to destroy.
--
Sir Spam Spam Spam Spam Silly Troll * "Every jumbled pile of person has a
Leader of the Very Silly Party * thinking part that wonders what the
Master of the Art of the Pun * part that isn't thinking isn't
Creativity is Immortality * thinking of." - TMBG
Hehe. "Please ignore", eh? Sounds like a sysadmin, indeed. They're
smart enough to know that if you don't include the word "ignore" in a
t*st posting to a t*st newsgroup, you get all kinds of email for it.
What they aren't smart enough to know, however, is where it's safe to
post and where it isn't.
Well, someone has made a big mistake. This newsgroup does not have any
programming on it that recognizes the word "ignore" and follows it.
No, sir. "ignore", even coupled with "please", will not save your skin
this time. I would warn you before doing anything, but you should have
known better anyway. Yes sir, you definitely should have.
I mean, all you have to do is read this group for a couple days to see
how t*st posts are dealt with. On t*st newsgroups, you get e-mail
confirming the arrival of the post from around the world; here, the
same thing, except the confirmation comes from posts around the world,
particularly Rochester Institute of Technology, University of Western
Australia and Harvey Mudd College, among other places.
Well, down to business.
[John W. Cook (may he rest in peace) is in a pleasant green field, the
kind of nice quiet field with daisies growing all around that
sanitarium patients dream about. He sees a few nice-looking people,
and stops them to ask about where exactly he is. They are very
congenial, and give him a map and a compass so he can find his way
back to where he must have come from. He finds out that this is the
land of alt.1d, where peace is broken only by small stretches of
sanity. If only the compass were a little quieter, it was a little
annoying with that ticking sound it made. But by and large, he knew
he was going to like this place.
John walks around the fields, enjoying the solitude, not having
noticed that the kind folks that helped him out walked away rather
quickly. His train of thought was quite simple and meaningless, thus
it was not such a big loss when it was broken by an earsplitting
BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB
BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB
BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB
BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The rest of the party, all the kind people in the peaceful recesses of
1d, heard this noise from a distance, and one is heard to remark to
the others, "A bit more expensive than some brands, but pretty
reliable as bombs go."]
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I'm not making this up!
Why can't we have more? Are you greedy?
You come to visit and you don't even bring enough for all of us?
That's kindof rude don't ya know!
It's something more now...
And who are you to say that if I want anything other than a test,
I am to be denied? What if, just for instance, I were to want a
big explo... um, we'll get to that in a minute.
Monash, huh? Yeah, I know some people at Monash... haven't been
there though.
Anyway, congratulations! You're the 500th tester to test in alt.1d!
Let me present... you want to know what happened to the other ones?
Um... they're very happy... um... look, it's a secret, OK? I'll
tell you later, there's too many people watching us now...
So. Let me present you with this prize... it's a... tin of spam.
Yes, that's it! A round... black... tin of spam... with a fuse...
a lit fuse... yes. The new model...
BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh dear, that tin must have been a bit off...
>In article <wsklm...@puknet.puk.ac.za> wsk...@puknet.puk.ac.za (Venter, LM) writes:
>>From: wsk...@puknet.puk.ac.za (Venter, LM)
>>Subject: Re: test
>>Date: Tue, 29 Mar 1994 12:31:08 GMT
>>Summary: ignore
>>Keywords: ignore
>>In article <g.d.bosveld...@kvi.nl> g.d.b...@kvi.nl (G.D. Bosveld)
>>writes:
>>>sorry
>>Nee, ek kan dit nie ignoreer nie. Geheel nie. En waarom vra jy daar
>>verskoning voor?
Altijd leuk dat afrikaans. Toch leuk dat er nog meer verstandige mensen
zijn op de wereld die Nederlands praten. En ook wel leuk dat de rest het niet
kan volgen. Alleen jammer dat het toch net geen echt nederlands is...
Jeroen
>>____________________________________________________________________________
>> Defender of Afrikaans | Lucas Venter
>> Ons taal is ons trots. | WSK...@PUKNET.PUK.AC.ZA
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>AAAGH!
>Lucas strikes again
>(Gelukkig nie met 'n "bbbbbooooooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmm" nie)
>Morne
--
sign
*huff* Well, don't wan' none of your smelly ol' test anyway, so THERE! Keep
it, see 'fI care...*grumble* silly ol' tes'er an' stuff...*grumble*
Malcolm.
--You cannot tempt me with your dovetails, Bevelheadhub! Be off,
now, or taste the wrath of my chisel.
Well..I guess you told us, eh?
git.
Lyvvie
--Wascally Weird Wedhead
>dklasd;fklsdf;laskjdfl;kjdsf
>
Ahem. Another person learning to type! Well, you should post to
alt.learning.to.type or misc.typing.tests or
comp.keyboard.hey.does.this.thing.work.or.what.....
THIS is a group for ONE dimensional people, bud...of course, what you
typed IS pretty darned one-dimensional.....
--
--<--{--{@ --<--{--{@ --<--{--{@ --<--{--{@ --<--{--{@ --<--{--{@
Bonni Hall, Minister for the Management of Huge Tracts of Land
"Be bonny and blythe" -Shakespeare (bh...@prairienet.org)
"Sometimes you just have to cop an attitude" -Me
We now have more evidence of that spy ring.....just when we thought
it was safe to post again too......
If my secret decoder ring works, I think Pete Opper (yet another Pete-
type name) said something to the effect of: HA HA HA HA! This is a
t*st and I got away with it!
Pete Opper is gonna wish he got away with it......
The Mysterious Dragon goes to visit Mrs. Greenville (not the first
one but the second one). After a nice chat and a cup of tea, The
Mysterious Dragon leaves.
Mrs. Greenville goes to visit her neighbor Pete Opper. She brings him
a nice tray of freshly baked cookies with powdered sugar topping on them.
Pete invites her in. Once inside, they go to the terrace and drink some
lemonade (also made by Mrs. Greenville) and eat the cookies. Oddly
enough, Mrs. Greenville does not eat or drink.....
A short time passes and Pete starts becoming suspicious of Mrs. Greenville
since she has not touched any food or drink. He begins to wonder if
the food was poisoned. He starts to feel a little dizzy when
*THUD*
Pete is hit in the head with a baseball bat by none other than Mrs.
Greenville (the first one, not the second).
The Two Mrs. Greenvilles drag Pete from the terrace into his bedroom.
They notice the oddssortment of....uh.....decor inside the bedroom
and smile a wicked grin to eachother. They open the door to the
closet and.....
feed Pete to the waiting monster in the closet.
And so ends the tale of yet another hapless t*ster.
--
/\_./o__ The Mysterious Dragon
(/^/(_^^' Manuka Tamer at Large
._.(_.)_ I'm a dragon so I have an excuse to flame.
Oh yes, as someone said, must be another poster learning to type, or
another typist learning to post. This is not a good thing; we'll have
to do something about it.
[Pete Opper, the one with the first name remarkably similar to mine, is
sitting at his terminal reading news, when this sucking sound is heard
faintly from the back of the monitor. He leans toward the screen to
hear it better, never having heard anything like it before. The noise
becomes louder, and before Pete can react with even the slightest hint
of surprise, he is sucked into the monitor which is not indeed a
monitor but a window to the virtual world of Usenet. Pete was
unfortunate enough to be caught reading alt.1d after trying to post a
t!!t message. He does not know it at the time, however.
Pete finds himself whizzing by many strange and wonderful sights, like
people that look like they have far too much free time, for instance.
These are the inhabitants of Usenet, and alt.1d in particular. Pete
doesn't even know this at the time, however, being quite clueless in
the haste of the moment.
He ends up in a large room with nothing but wires, lights, vacuum
tubes and dusty penciled labels meant to help programmers of a
different era to debug their circuitry. Pete wonders aloud that there
would be such a place still in existence today. He does not realize,
of course (him not realizing much at this point) that among all the
humming noises made by the old vacuum tubes, or the ones still working
anyway, there is one soft ticking noise, presumably keeping time for
something, or perhaps, just perhaps, counting it down..........]
BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And now we have an excuse to get all this ancient equipment replaced.
Nice how it all works out, no?
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[hides in shelter.] <where's that loud hailer?..Aha>
>>Right.tt.. Now.w.w... BLOW.wW.w<<
Malcolm.
--Avenged but not forgotten.
D'accord, mais ce mot-la a deja vous rendi mort. Je suis desole, mais
c'est la vie. Non, ce n'est pas la vie. Moi, je suis confus. Je n'ai
pas etudie le francais il y a un an.
Well, in any case, go ahead and speak in tongues now, you don't have
very long. "The feet of them that blew up the last Tposter are at the
door, and they will blow you up also!"
[OOO slips out the door before the angry mob of alt.1ders blocks it
off. They move on past him, acting as a single mind. Someone in
front holds what appears to be a thermonuclear device. It is Sir Spam
Spam Spam Spam Silly Troll (Spam Spam Spam Spam Silly is his middle
name). OOO has been told the mysterious object is not, in fact, a
thermonuclear device, but only a case for a smaller, more efficient
explosive, but you never can tell with the Troll. OOO would finish
the story for you but he ran so fast the other way he has no idea what
ended up transpiring. Well, maybe some idea...]
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So what exactly did happen?
Et ici, avons une <<bomb>>. En allemande:
BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I could have tried it in Greek, but the characters don't come out
very well in ASCII...
Nicholas Richter, eh? Any relation to Richter as in Richter Scale? If
so, then you'll be familiar with this next bit...
[The Scarlet Manuka quickly leaves as a dim, distant rumbling makes
itself apparent]
[The rumbling noise gets nearer and nearer and louder and louder
until...]
*creak*... *boom*... *snap*
[Earthquake! Nicholas staggers outside, but staggers too far, not
noticing
the crack opening up outside his door until it's a little too late...]
*Nicholas screams as he falls into the widening hole, closely followed by
several cars and the remains of a building, and also a round black object
casually dropped in by The Scarlet Manuka...*
Several seconds later...
BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Can't be too careful with these testers...
Ahhh, das ein Berliner, no?
I see it! I see da t-word!
(Sir Troll rubs his gritty palms together in anticipation)
Sir Troll then takes out a mace.
A mace? You ask?
(does it really matter how we kill 'em?)
Sir Troll gets into the attack position in front of Karrim.Farrag's
house
CHARGE!
Sir Troll charges the door.
THUD!
ow!
THUD!
Wow....look at all de birdies!
(Sir Troll gets up and decides to just use the doorknob)
Creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak.
(Sir Troll assumes the attack position again. He soon spots his goal in
front of a computer writing nasty tests onto different newsgroups he
raises his mace, brings it down and....)
(and...)
(and...)
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!
The nervous Tester doesn't notice the bomb that Sir Troll had Sir Mole
plant under his chair.
Thank you Sir Mole.
: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!
: The nervous Tester doesn't notice the bomb that Sir Troll had Sir Mole
: plant under his chair.
: Thank you Sir Mole.
: --
Sir James the Mole aka my pleasure aka SJTM, bomb supplier to the trade.
Translated, it could have either of two meanings; the first is
"blow;me-up;please" and the second is "make;money;fast". In either
case, well...I think I have probable cause.
[Stephen Botha is busy doing experiments on Twinkies, to see how fast
they fall from great heights or whether they taste OK afterwards. He
is approached by a slight but confident figure who introduces himself
as Out of Order. "Hello, I saw your post on alt.1d; it was cool."
"Thanks, I was just testing to see if I could post, you never know
with news software." Aha, thinks Mr Botha, it did get through; that's
what I wanted to make sure of. Aha, thinks Mr Order, he admitted it;
that's what I wanted to make sure of.
Mr Order, noting that Mr Botha is dealing with Twinkies and their
properties, takes his leave for a half-hour or so, promising to come
back with a new, improved version of Twinkies he recently saw they
were selling.
Re-enter Order. "Here are those Twinkies I was telling you about.
Say, how do those others stand up to microwave ovens?" "Not at all,
Mr Order, or may I call you Out? ["sure."] They give off this
billowing smoke and smell terrible, and furthermore, they are hardly
edible afterwards, even if I only try them for a couple minutes."
"Well, these here are quite different; try them, you'll see." Mr
Botha does not realize the subtle truth of what Out has just said.
"Thanks. I'll try it right now." "Umm, I've gotta go. Catch you
later, Mr Botha." Exit Out of Order.
Minutes later. This one is going to be hard to do the special effects
for on stage. You all know what happens when a Twinkie contrived by
Out of Order is subjected to microwaves, don't you?]
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another one for you, Sir James
> fgbnl;mwnml;fmnpohtgn
Wait, is this a joke? Is there somebody out there with the room-
temperature IQ it would take to type 't***' as your subject line in this alt?
It's NOT a joke?
(Eric pulls out a Super Soaker 9000 water gun and soaks t**ter.)
No, that's not just water. It's sugar water.
(T**ter looks bewildered and a little relieved.)
Well, my work is done. See ya!
(T**ter looks VERY relieved. Eric leaves.)
buzzzzzzzz
(T**ter looks around, confused.)
Buuuuuzzzzz!
_BUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!_
Ow! OOOWWWW!!
(A horde of yellowjackets chase t**ter all the way to rec.arts)
-- Eric B. Cheese Dip Sensei
>In <2ofhmp$o...@cantua.canterbury.ac.nz> phy...@phys.canterbury.ac.nz writes:
>> fgbnl;mwnml;fmnpohtgn
> buzzzzzzzz
> (T**ter looks around, confused.)
> Buuuuuzzzzz!
> _BUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!_
> Ow! OOOWWWW!!
Worse and worser (I don't know if that is english but,
if it isn't, it shoul d be).
This tester *has been *chased* insted of bombed.
No food at all this way.
C'mon, keeb up the good old traditions
BOMB them (and let me eat).
The USEseful Wolf
--
Davide Dente mail->de...@hp4.sm.dsi.unimi.it
Mr. Worf, could you run that thru the international Translator?
<Mr. Funny Face hurries and does so.. with the output:>
Zigglerhummers, humaaann!!
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(Eric looks around on the charred ground, kicking aside debris.)
Ewwww, yuck! (Picks up a piece of t**ter, tosses it to the Useful Wolf.)
There ya go, pup! You like your t**ter well done? I hope so;
this one's almost reduced to ashes. :)
-- Eric B. Cheese Dip Sensei a.k.a. You want A-1 with that?
: > fgbnl;mwnml;fmnpohtgn
: buzzzzzzzz
: (T**ter looks around, confused.)
: Buuuuuzzzzz!
: _BUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!_
: Ow! OOOWWWW!!
Hey!! Don't send him to rec.arts - I happen to frequent several rec.arts
groups - prose, poems, bodyarts . . . send him to
alt.barney.dinosaur.die.die.die in a barney suit . . . heh
: -- Eric B. Cheese Dip Sensei
--
I want peace and brotherhood among all mankind . . .
==========================================================
Everyone deserves an opinion!! Here - I'll give you mine.
It's better than yours . . . :-) (for the humor impaired)
%%%%%%Katy Roberts (co...@badlands.nodak.edu)%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
Official Chosen Cracker Leader of alt.1d Supreme Blonde One
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. . . and so help me, if I have to kill every idiot that
does not agree, I will!.
MR TEST - You may come out.
No one will hurt you.
admittedly they might kill and maim you a bit, but this is of course to
be expected.
]\/[
Someone else take this one, please...
: Someone else take this one, please...
Can I ? Please Please. Thanks
<S.M.'s fab sig removed for breiviteies sake)
So Kamran you wish to test, yes? follow me this way my pal
Stimpy has just evented something that needs testing.
thats right just sit on that metal chair, yes I know there is a lot
of salt water around, just put on these gogles (flying eyes are such
a bore ).
its O.k. I am just moving next door to the switch room.
BBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZPHUT
Ren remove that body.
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+ This is from the keyboard of THE GREAT GONZO at Sheffield +
+ Please finger me (kinky) at el93...@silver.sheffield.ac.uk +
+ Twas brillig and the slythy toves did gire and gimble in the +
+ Wabe all mimsey were the borogroves and the mome raths +
+ outgrabe - Lewis Carrol. The spelling in the article above +
+ is not bad just surreal - TCK. Please TALK to me I need help +
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The big she-wolf looks up. "Sure," she says.
She pads over to the tester and sniffs him/her over carefully.
"Smells harmless to me," she says to the others. Then she turns back to
the tester.
"Surely you have some other stuff you can say to us? I mean, this group
is a little ragged now, but the bombing seems to be over. Won't you come
and play?"
The wolf wags her tail.
Lisa the Welcoming Werewolf
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|What a piece of work is a wolf!...in form, in | GoldenWolf, email at:
|moving, how express and admirable! In action, | odon...@ac.wfunet.wfu.edu
|how like an angel,in apprehension,how like a god!|
|The beauty of the world, the paragon of animals! | (wags to Shakespeare)
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A very brief test indeed; try to make the next one a little
more verbose, please. Or maybe your keyboard is stuck.
Where is Dorsai? Are you the ambassador? Tell us more about
yourself, Andrew.
Mr. Pickle
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>i'm just testing .....this will be my first posting
when?
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