What Was Once 'Nigger Babies' in the 1950s . . .
Rev. 11D Meow!
was growin' up and in grade school.
In these bleached language days all I can find are these gardangblang
'Chocolate Babies' anymore.
Now that those pesky darkies are using the hell out of the NIGGER
word, I say we can have our 'Nigger Babies' candies back as originally
designed by yhvh, Jeezus, and the Wooly Ghost.
cue 'It's Whitie's World'
by Jethro 'Frobro' Beaudeen and 2 Lynch Cru
Doktor Dark
discussed:
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Doktor Dark
> Mee - yowsah! Hey, here's a whole buncha politically incorrect edibles
> discussed:
>
My favorite on the above page are the goo-filled skulls. Kind of like
a Goth-Eraserhead themed candy, no? A great thing to hand out to the
gathered multitudes at 7 am July 5th, I would think.
Rob Cypher aka "The Anti-Bob"
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Rob Cypher aka "The Anti-Bob"
>On Sat, 19 Dec 2009 08:36:22 -0800, Rev. 11D Meow! <Ji...@Crack.corn>
>wrote:
>
>You didn't crosspost that hard enough.
>
>Ah, I do remember shops selling ladies tights that were nigger
>coloured, or was it negro?
>
>========================================
>http://www.imbjr.com
Yet another alt.slack production. Rev. Stank must be proud as ever.
I hope you fucks can talk this candidly about our great president so I can
have the pleasure of watching the Secret Service kick all of your fucking
asses one by one.
The "Church" of the Subgenius. Some ministry.
Rev.Dr. LoBotomy
> On Sat, 19 Dec 2009 16:44:36 +0000, IMBJR <im...@cloon.fucker> wrote:
>
>>On Sat, 19 Dec 2009 08:36:22 -0800, Rev. 11D Meow! <Ji...@Crack.corn>
>>wrote:
>>
>>>became 'Tar Babies' which we could all get at the candy store when I
>>>was growin' up and in grade school.
>>>
>>>In these bleached language days all I can find are these gardangblang
>>>'Chocolate Babies' anymore.
>>>
>>>Now that those pesky darkies are using the hell out of the NIGGER word,
>>>I say we can have our 'Nigger Babies' candies back as originally
>>>designed by yhvh, Jeezus, and the Wooly Ghost.
>>>
>>>cue 'It's Whitie's World'
>>>by Jethro 'Frobro' Beaudeen and 2 Lynch Cru
>>>
>>>
>>You didn't crosspost that hard enough.
>>
>>Ah, I do remember shops selling ladies tights that were nigger coloured,
>>or was it negro?
>>
>>======================================== http://www.imbjr.com
>
> Yet another alt.slack production. Rev. Stank must be proud as ever.
>
> I hope you fucks can talk this candidly about our great president so I
> can have the pleasure of watching the Secret Service kick all of your
> fucking asses one by one.
>
Hey nigga, wusup down in the hood? Is that how you say it? I'm not very
good at this.
Tiberius
A pergunta quantitativa que o Vox Populi esconde ou não quis fazer de
propósito, que seria muito útil nas análises políticas seria:
Qual destes candidatos você pensa que é apoiado pelo presidente Lula?
Rev. 11D Meow!
<tibe...@hotmail.com> wrote:
>A pergunta qualitativa que o Vox Populi esconde
>
>A pergunta quantitativa que o Vox Populi esconde ou n�o quis fazer de
>prop�sito, que seria muito �til nas an�lises pol�ticas seria:
>
>Qual destes candidatos voc� pensa que � apoiado pelo presidente Lula?
Alex, I take '20% of consolidated Dilma' for $1000.
Fwap Cowcatcher
<e...@NOSEPAMdrlobotomy.net> wrote:
Are we being ethnic? I can do that thing.
Like, hail'said comrade, shan't we go'n cast rocks at him
negro president, what?
...
Pisces
A STUPID "BOB" TRICK
Note: Band-Aid(TM) is a registered trademark, and I'll use it where I
damn well please.
I should have known I would regret going to the supermarket on
Saturday. All the weirdos hang out at the supermarket on Saturday. I
should have known I would regret going down the produce aisle. All the
weirdos hang out in the produce aisle.
"Hi," said the smiling man. He was smoking the pipe.
Since he was blocking the aisle with his cart, which was full of
overripe honeydew melons, I figured I had better respond, and then
maybe this guy would go away and leave me alone. "Hi," I responded,
trying to make it sound as bland and uninteresting as possible.
"What do you do for a living?" he asked, adjusting the pyramid of
melons in his cart.
I briefly toyed with the idea of lying to him, but that always gets me
in even more trouble, so I decided to tell him the truth. "I'm a
talent coordinator for 'Late Night With David Letterman,' I said
slowly.
That was a baaaad move on my part. "OH WOW! You cast people for
'Stupid Human Tricks'? he asked hyperactively with that look in his
eyes. I see that look at least six times a day. "Watch my trick!
Watch! You'll love this! Don't blink or you'll miss it!"
Suddenly, he clenched the pipe firmly between his teeth, and then--
POW--his head exploded. Blood and cerebral cortex rained down around
me. The pipe clattered to the floor.
"Did you like it?" said the headless man. "You liked it? You loved it?
When do I get on the show? I'm free tomorrow night. And the next
night!" He paused for half a second and then howled, "Wanna see me do
it again?"
My nerves finally unfroze and I screamed and ran away and screamed and
tried to brush the bits of cerebellum off my shirt and screamed and
screamed and screamed. I ran out into the parking lot, trampling some
ripe melons that the man had dropped, and several minutes later, I
stopped screaming when I realized... I'd forgotten where I had parked
my car.
I tried to collect my wits. Okay, so the guy's head had exploded ALL
OVER ME, but if I could just remember where my car was, I could get
the hell away from here and drive into the next state and do my
grocery shopping in a different time zone. I started walking around
the parking lot in a well-planned search pattern to find my car.
As I walked around a battered RV decorated with pictures of Teenage
Mutant Ninja Turtles, a man came into view. His head had LOTS of Band-
Aids on it, but it was recognizably the same nut. He was still smoking
the pipe, still grinning maniacally through the Band-Aids.
"I'm even free TONIGHT if you want to put me on right away!" he
bellowed as he bit into the pipe-stem. POW. Blood, gray matter, white
matter, the pipe, and Band-Aids filled the air, splattering against
the pictures of Leonardo and Raphael.
"Whaddaya think? When do I get on 'Stupid Human Tricks'? I'm pretty
human! When?"
I screamed and ran for the subway entrance. I bounced down the flight
of nineteen stairs in only two steps and did a triple somersault over
the turnstiles, slam-dunking a token into the slot. I jumped across
the outbound track, landed on the inbound platform, rushed onto a
train, and collapsed into three seats. The train squealed out of the
station. I almost lost consciousness as I stared numbly at the floor.
But then--
I noticed a empty Disney Band-Aids box on the floor. And another. I
looked at the man next to me. His head was coated in Band-Aids. "Isn't
this AWESOME?" he said, clenching his teeth. POW. Fragments of head
caromed around the inside of the car. An ear struck a sofabed ad. I
tried to catch his eye, but it hit the floor.
"AlalalAll Right," I stammered, "all right, all right, I'll ppp-p-put
you on the show. Now... please... STOPDOINGTHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I
collapsed into tears as the headless man gave me a friendly hug.
"I love you," he said. Then he re-lit his pipe and started collecting
his head.
* * *
That night, the man, who gave his name only as "Bob", squeezed his bow
tie on live TV. Sixty-seven million viewers saw it. POW. It was
repeated in slow-motion: Powwww. Dave Letterman had to take extra
pills during the commercial break. Paul had to do the second half of
the show by himself, too. But at least I had finally gotten this
lunatic off my case. I went to work the next morning in a relatively
cherry mood, with "Bob" temporarily forgotten.
There were five men waiting for me, all with pipes.
"I saw your show last night, where the guy made his head explode, and
I have something better," said the first one, "I can make my feet
explode!"
"No, wait" said the second one, "I can make my head implode!"
"I can make my WHOLE BODY explode," stated the third one, expecting a
prize.
"But I--and I alone," said the fourth man, whose pipe blew bubbles,
"can make DAVE'S head explode. Or the viewers' heads. Or anyone's."
"Can you do it thirty times a second for six hours straight?" asked
the fifth. He clenched. So did the others. POW. Their heads exploded.
Dave's head exploded. My head exploded. George Bush's head exploded.
This went on for six hours.
And that is why I am now happily committed.
Rev. 11D Meow!
>On Sat, 19 Dec 2009 12:17:51 -0500, "Rob Cypher aka \"The Anti-Bob\""
><bal...@aol.com> wrote:
became 'Tar Babies' which we could all get at the candy store when I
was growin' up and in grade school.
In these bleached language days all I can find are these gardangblang
'Chocolate Babies' anymore.
Now that those pesky darkies are using the hell out of the NIGGER
word, I say we can have our 'Nigger Babies' candies back as originally
designed by yhvh, Jeezus, and the Wooly Ghost.
cue 'It's Whitie's World'
by Jethro 'Frobro' Beaudeen and 2 Lynch Cru
>>Yet another alt.slack production. Rev. Stank must be proud as ever.
>>
>>I hope you fucks can talk this candidly about our great president so I can
>>have the pleasure of watching the Secret Service kick all of your fucking
>>asses one by one.
>
>I'm not American.
>
>>
>>The "Church" of the Subgenius. Some ministry.
>
>you can't change history, bucko - ppl DID use nigger and negro when
>discussing black coloured objects.
>
Today the NIGGER word is most predominently used by the NEGRO.
Let's ALL say the hell out of the words NEGRO and NIGGER, my NIGGAS.
Tomorrow we can work on the HOPI.
Guy Namechanger
"Pisces" <prieste...@gmail.com> wrote in message
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> Kibo
> A STUPID "BOB" TRICK
> Note: Band-Aid(TM) is a registered trademark, and I'll use it where I
> damn well please.
>
>
Guy Namechanger
"IMBJR" <im...@cloon.fucker> wrote in message
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>
> coloured
>
learn to spell, plz.
bugs
p l e a s e
Giles
Time to put your aluminium foil hat on.
Negro is Spanish for black: Las tiendas locales tienen en existencias
miles de zapatos negros.
John Cook
only yanks say 'color' it's colour in english
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Guy Namechanger
"John Cook" <FunCoTech@Yahoodotcom> wrote in message
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> On 20/12/09 5:44 AM, bugs wrote:
>> Guy Namechanger wrote:
>>> "IMBJR" <im...@cloon.fucker> wrote in message
>>> news:dd8qi5h8fsbog8a2d...@4ax.com...
>>>
>>>> coloured
>>>>
>>>
>>> learn to spell, plz.
>>>
>>
>>
>> p l e a s e
>
> only yanks say 'color' it's colour in english
>
>
>
DPD!
Rob Cypher aka "The Anti-Bob"
And cracker is English for whitey. WTF is your point, paleface?
Rob Cypher aka "The Anti-Bob"
You stupid bastard, why don't you expose your idiocy to the world?
What are you afraid of?
Rob Cypher aka "The Anti-Bob"
CHANGE YOUR PITCH UP...SMACK THAT BITCH UP
Pisces
I FUCKED CONNIE DOBBS
Yes, it's true -- I fucked Connie Dobbs. It wasn't my idea, either.
She called me up! From the Riviera, yet! Said, "Oh, Reverend Stang,
"Bob"'s dead now, I'm so lonely, won't you come see me? I bought you a
plane ticket, it's waiting for you at the airport." I thought, "Well,
that sounds just a mite fishy..." This was right after the so-called
assassination in '84, see, and "Bob" hadn't been in his grave 2 weeks.
(That's what we thought at the time, anyway). But I kissed my wife
goodbye, went to the airport, flew to the Riviera... Took a taxi to
the hotel... and sure enough, there's old Connie, ensconced upon this
huge double bed with fringes all around it, in the finest hotel in
town, naked, spread-legged, saying, "Oh, Rev. Stang, I've waited for
you for so long." And I said, "Connie... Connie, what the hell do you
think you're doing?" She said, "Don't play Mr. Moralistic Preacher-Boy
with me, Rev. Stang. I know what kind of a man you are... I've heard
from all the SubGenius groupies." I said, "Connie... I'm ashamed of
you. What would "Bob" say?" "Well, "Bob" would probably want to take
pictures," she said, and laughed. A snickery laugh. "But what are you
fretting about? He's dead now. We won't ever have to worry about that
tobacco-stain-toothed, grinning fake personal savior again!!!" I said,
"Connie, I won't hear that kind of talk," and I started to walk out of
the room. But then she jumped up and wrapped her cunt around my dick.
It was none of my doing. I was standing up, walking away... I don't
for the life of me know how she managed to whip my dick from out of my
pants so fast. But before I knew what'd happened, she was humping up
and down on it, keeping herself between me and the door, saying, "Oh,
Rev. Stang, won't you please stay and fuck me?" And I said, "I won't
fuck ya, Connie!" She keeps a-hunching up and down on it... I'm
fucking her, basically... I could say I wasn't... but I was... And
she's begging and pleading, "Oh, Rev. Stang, won't you please stay and
fuck me?" I looked her straight in the eye and said, ""Bob's" watching
you right now, Connie. Right this very minute! "Bob's" hearing
everything you say. He's in Hell... and he's suffering... and you're
making him suffer all the more, and I won't be no part of it. I'm
going back to my wife and family." And so I came, and I pushed her off
me, and walked out that door.
Of course, she kept trying to call me up... my wife got to wondering
what had happened, and I had to tell her... that was a mess, there.
But now, last I heard, Connie's bedding down and sucking and fucking
all the god damn Church Hierarchy boys... And do you think for a
minute that they care what "Bob" thinks? I suppose maybe at first they
do... but then, when that old Connie starts in on 'em, applying her
sex-devil magic and all, well, you'd best believe their so-called
loyalty to "Bob" flies right out the window!
I don't like it; but it's an age-old story, that's for sure, and it
ain't gonna change any time soon.
But I'll sure be interested to see what "Bob" does when he comes back
to this planet in power and Glory! Oh, yeah. We'll just see.
Prai Jei
continuum:
Don't speak Portuguese sorry, but when I was a kid (mid 1960's) I knew them
as Black Jacks.
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> On Sat, 19 Dec 2009 13:19:27 -0600, "Guy Namechanger"