So, what the hell do you think REALLY happened?
Oh, man, put on the gloves if you're going to handle that. TWO pair.
You know, I couldn't tell wading though the logorrheic blizzard that
is his "style" WHAT is really up.
With a lurch of gorge I had *thought* it was going to be some sort of
Ben Grimm thing where some poor misguided blind chick actually slipped
him some 'tang, but then it turned into his warped fantasies melting
into shards of crimson pain as he gets nutted by some coed at a
Starbucks.
I *think.*
At least it's good fopr a laugh. He's like The Monarch on the VENTURE
BROS, the one where he's all in love and he's lying on his bedspread
all girly on the phone with his little feet kicking helplessly in the
air, like Marlo Thomas--but martian's like Marlo before the plastic
surgery and electrolysis.
> At least it's good fopr a laugh. He's like The Monarch on the VENTURE
> BROS, the one where he's all in love and he's lying on his bedspread
> all girly on the phone with his little feet kicking helplessly in the
> air, like Marlo Thomas--but martian's like Marlo before the plastic
> surgery and electrolysis.
>
Yupper, alt.slack is often mistaken for dialog from "That Girl."
--
* Radio Free Entropy: http://just-john.com/cn/rfe.shtml
What do you expect from a Sock Puppet/Bot?
There is no Doc Martian/Kevin Anderson.
It's all a simulation.
He misses us.
Nothing and no one on alt.slack is what it seems.
Cept for Susie, of course.
The Last Honest SubGenius.
Oh, and maybe Tater too.
But the Rest...
You know the answer to that,Most Mysterious Master.
I'm only here until the final curtain...when it all ends at 7:00 PM US-
CDT 10/31/09
This one? http://tinyurl.com/oefu79
I have him killed but now I'm curious, do you want to copy and paste
it?
--
Zapanaz
International Satanic Conspiracy
Customer Support Specialist
http://joecosby.com/
I love you like a stick of butter!
- Wesley Willis, "Carla Winterbottom"
:: Currently listening to Still There, 2009, by Project Time Ghost, from "A Dip in the Mind Pool"
For you, Joe, I soil myself. Gahhh...
*******************************
From the sticky keyboard of the gelatinous KA:
Today, I woke up feeling that way. I have on my sweetness and light
face.
The kind of face that you see tossing you a beer with a perfect spin
on it
so the label pops up and its anchor steam. Like my whole killing
people 70
miles away apparatus button doesn't even have the safety clasp
lifted... nor
is the unit charged. I mean it only takes like 5 minutes to charge...
so why
worry. I'm happy, filled with chili colorado and donuts and coffee and
juice
and just the right amount of commercially available poppy seeds so i
feel
inside.... well... you know how max headrooom usta look (i could have
used
laura bush... but max headroom leaves me more room to be snarky) like
where
first is mind is bobbling one way.... and then his mind is bobbling
the
other then snort snort snort close-up on his brow and then mid-long-
shot
where the background starts sliding around all pretty right before
they turn
off his off switch? Well... Imagine if Max Headrooom were locked in a
real
house and had just drunk some poppy tea from mccormicks spice bottles
and
was feelin' alllllllll randy with a big ole chubb bobbin' against his
leg...
and then... he saw this girl... and she looked at him all wtf hmm cute
but
loud but funny hmm so to make a long fantasy story short.... i clicked
up to
her and asked if she'd please perspire on me, purty please with
hillary
raped rainforest may cause lesions and brainlock while driving fake
sugar
substance. then i put a little winky face ;) so she'd know that i'm
not
going to put some giant penis puppet on and say he is aimercoledes and
i am
MOSSAD the Tozkick Anvenger then slice her throat while i sing of my
ancestral homeland and how the turks and the brits and the arabs took
it
away and made it into a silly place... where we can't shoot anyone
who
doesn't walk THIS way. So I grab her and aimercoledes (my penis
puppet)
starts glowing and heals her bleedin' throat then shrinks down real
teeny
small (stupid puppet neglected to shrink my penis as well when it was
shrinking real small so now my average u.s. penis is crushed into a
little
ulcerated ball inside of the stupid shrinking rampaging penis
puppet.... and
the puppet goes to the nice college lady and says can i kiss the
inside of
your ear with my widdle penis puppet in his wee persuasive like
bubbles from
the powerpuff girls needing another diningroom table cuz of
ICEBREF<glarez>
THEN,.... the college girl grabs my balls and says DON'T YOU EVER DO
THAT
AGAIN OR I WILL CALL SECURITY AND HAVE THEM RAPE YOUR NOTEBOOK
COMPUTER
UNTIL THE ONLY WINDOW YOU CAN OPEN IS JUSTIN'S DICKHOLE CARL'S
DICKHOLE AND
LITTLE LOUIE'S DICKCRACKHOLE OVER BY THE START BUTTON AND I FUCKING
MEAN IT!
I gather my swollen nether regions together and put my pants on and as
she's
leaving... i ask her... so your treat NEXT week?
AND SHE SAID YES! SHE SAID YES! SHE SAID YES! SHE SAID YES!!!
nOW.... WHAT TO WEAR... I'm thinking like strategically placed fondue
balls
under a greasy poncho... any ideas?
*************************************
Good thing I kept on my moonsuit.
ick.
>*************************************
>
>Good thing I kept on my moonsuit.
--
Zapanaz
International Satanic Conspiracy
Customer Support Specialist
http://joecosby.com/
Not NOW Kato, you FOOL!
:: Currently listening to Nachklang einer Sylvesternacht, 1864, by Nietzsche
> So, what the hell do you think REALLY happened?
The docs are tweaking his dosage.
Seriously, that's exactly what this latest word-salad looks like: off-
kilter brain chemistry.
--
C.
Either that, or--
LOVE. *Eesh* Which, I suppose, is exactly the same thing as off-kilter
brainchems.
Y'know, what we really need right now is more simulations.
Regards,
Steve
--
Today is a good day for investigating the price of residential
real-estate in and around the territory of Tibet.
> > There is no Doc Martian/Kevin Anderson.
>
> > It's all a simulation.
>
> Y'know, what we really need right now is more simulations.
You got THAT fuckin' right, I--
Oh. SIMulations.
Never mind.