A Call to Tastelessness
Deliverer
crap getting to be rather dull? I read the FAQ many unwiped moons ago
and I could remember something about how newsgroup invasions just
weren't done any more.
Why isn't anyone being verbally gang raped and squicked over
continuing this nonsense? The imbecilic tard collective that is
commonly referred to as alt.slack isn't being affected by the six
hundred one or two paragraph witty replies to their brain
splatterings.
Bring back the tastelessness before more of our irregular regulars get
bored and leave us to our own chewed toenail clippings.
I could care less if Pope Lilly, the alt.slack anal whore, stayed here
or left as long as her posts were tasteless. That goes for the rest
of them too. Replying to them isn't going to chase them away. That's
like trying to keep flies away from shit. Once they've got a taste of
it. They just can't stay away until their bellies are full and
bloated from the consumption of it.
==deliverer==
The excrement of peace has been smeared.
Hank Blake
>Is it just me or is this Slack vs. Tasteless multiple thread invasion
>crap getting to be rather dull? I read the FAQ many unwiped moons ago
>and I could remember something about how newsgroup invasions just
>weren't done any more.
I think a unilateral cease fire is in order. Maybe even a bilateral
cease fire.
So listen up, kiddies: NO MORE SLACK WAR!!! Got it?
It's over. Go home.
--
Hank Blake
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>
> The other sad thing is that some of the more frequent responders in the
> current war really aren't representing us well. Sure, there are some
> alt.slack types that are making the lot of them look like even bigger
> maroons, but our representation isn't exactly stellar, either. Perhaps if
> all the participants on our side would at least take a second look at their
> offerings before firing them off, that'd save a lot of grief right there.
I was *just* getting into the thing (attacks in Iambic pentameter and
various things corybantic) when I got forge cancelled and realised that
, quite frankly, I was casting pearls before swine and to Hell with it!
As I said, I will GLADLY fight toe-to-toe with an equal opponent and
there HAVE been times when the opposition has wiped the floor with me on
other ngs, and I've actually admitted it. In a fair fight. But
fighting bushwhackers who chop posts off at the knees that they don't
like? FUCK that noise!
As I said, the renegation of one side in a contract, invalidates said
contract. tHE WAR IS OVER AND WE WON BY DEFAULT!
So the Slackers couldn't control the forge canceller on their side? NOT
our problem! You cheat, you lose. And I can BET that there were several
OTHER a.t ers who were forge cancelled! Didn't give our best? Probably
because our best was destroyed before hitting the screens! Fuck it, I
will NOT fight THAT kind of war, now or EVER.
I ended this shit three days ago. The rest of you can fucking do as you
like.
Swan
Psi Corps
We WON, that's IT!
Wes Payne
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> Wes Payne wrote:
> >
> > The other sad thing is that some of the more frequent responders in the
> > current war really aren't representing us well. Sure, there are some
> > alt.slack types that are making the lot of them look like even bigger
> > maroons, but our representation isn't exactly stellar, either. Perhaps
if
> > all the participants on our side would at least take a second look at
their
> > offerings before firing them off, that'd save a lot of grief right
there.
>
> I was *just* getting into the thing (attacks in Iambic pentameter and
> various things corybantic) when I got forge cancelled and realised that
> , quite frankly, I was casting pearls before swine and to Hell with it!
> As I said, I will GLADLY fight toe-to-toe with an equal opponent and
> there HAVE been times when the opposition has wiped the floor with me on
> other ngs, and I've actually admitted it. In a fair fight. But
> fighting bushwhackers who chop posts off at the knees that they don't
> like? FUCK that noise!
It's not alt.slack you need to blame. It's some other people who don't
like alt.slack, but are even lower life forms than they are. I am, of
course, referring to the Freedom Knights, Grubor, HipCrime, and company.
If you've not heard of them already, they're a dweebismal load of of
dickless aliens who hate Usenet. Probably because they don't control it.
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Citizen Ted
>Is it just me or is this Slack vs. Tasteless multiple thread invasion
>crap getting to be rather dull? I read the FAQ many unwiped moons ago
>and I could remember something about how newsgroup invasions just
>weren't done any more.
Now yer talkin' Big D!
Let me tell you about my friend Hoofer. When we were about 17, we were
both briefly introduced to a comely young lassie from Princeton who
just broke up with her boyfriend. We challenged each other to see who
would score the monied honey by the midnight hour.
She was to meet us again at a keg party by the river. Before the sun
went down, I raced around town looking for this chick (ah - Braith --
that was her name! Braith! Haw-haw!) and finally found her cruising
around with her fat cousin Suzie. Suzie let me in the back seat and I
talked to the ladies with my usual rapid-fire enthusiasm. Braith
seemed unimpressed, but I think Suzie was up for it....
At any rate, Suzie dumped me off and I got some eats and headed out
for the kegger.
As the moon rose above the smelly river, Braith appeared. She was 19,
thin, gaunt and had fairy-tale princess hair. A light sprinkle of
freckles accented her button nose. She wore an ankle-length gauzy
dress and liked to run her pinky finger along her hair to unstick it
from her lips. She had pert, high buttocks and small, pointed mounds
for breasts. She was everything breathy and petite.
I had to have her.
But Hoofer was no slacker. He interrupted every amusing anecdote with
his backwoods ways and lore. We both started drinking hard. I got more
relaxed, and Hoofer got more animated. As the hours wore on, it became
apparent that Braith was more interested in me. I made her actually
laugh once or twice, and Hoofer was visibly perturbed.
As the night air cooled, I took Braith's arm and warmed it, them moved
across her shoulders to bring her in close.
Hoofer started hammering down beers.
As the crowd thinned a bit and Suzie disappeared for an outdoor fuck
from a Jersey degenerate, Braith finally began to succumb. We started
to kiss passionately by the fire. Woo-wee! I was sure I was gonna have
intimate knowledge of this girl's pubis before dawn!
The fire got a bit hot, so we stood back a bit. Then, I saw Hoofer,
reeling on his feet, barely making it around the fire pit. It looked
like he was gonna have one more drunken go at the fairy princess.
But he couldn't make it. He tripped on some firewood and fell
face-first right at our feet. We jumped back and watched in abject
horror as Hoofer proceeded to vomit an unspeakable series of watery
gushes from his great belly, the stinky Budweiser consumme splashing
dangerously close to my princess' dainty feet.
As he continued to retch and vomit, I made a move to kiss her and move
her away from the vomiting loser-boy. But instead, I gave Hoofer the
boot and shoved his head away from us. His body reflexively coiled
into the fetal position, and Braith began sucking my face harder than
ever!
Make no mistake, fringies! This chick got *off* on me punting my best
friend's head into a puddle of beer-puke! Our tongues wrestled madly.
I pulled her away from the fire to see if I could ride this good
fortune out in the woods, but she insisted on leading my hand to
Suzie's Dodge Dart.
Safely ensconced in the back seat, we started making out with wild
abandon and finding ways to get our feet off the floor. Oh Lordy, was
I a lucky boy!
I began the complex process of removing her, long, multi-buttoned
dress while still paying attention to our mouths and not elbowing her
to death. Between peeks at the buttons, all I could see in my mind was
those luscious legs astride me, those hot young butt cheeks at home in
my long, musical fingers.
But as the dress made its way to a spindled mess on the floor, Braith
put the brakes on.
It was like an 18-wheeler full of anvils was heading down the
Grapevine pass then locked up the load and cab in one fell swoop. The
tires screeched, the load shifted, the truck jack-knifed and my dick
went soft.
She was now drunk and weeping, crying about the two-year relationship
that went south just a week prior.
Damn! Double-damn!
My only hope was to play off the "time to go on with your life"/"break
away from your chains and learn to love again" crap which works
oh-so-often with the dames.
But she would have none of it! Oh, woe is me, she said.
Blah-blah-blah. I'm so sorry, she said. Blah-blah-blah.
Goddammit! The only way I was gettin' minky that night was to risk
7-15 on some rich-guy's daughter.
I let her pout, then fall asleep. We snoozed for a bit till Suzie
showed up with her leaf-bed paramour. I was summarily booted from the
vehicle and left to the New Jersey night.
I never saw Braith again.
It ain't the best story I got, but if you fuckers could've been inside
my head when she gave me that jack-boot-over-the-head-of vomiting-lout
kiss, you'd've been impressed.....
- TR
- Braith -- if you're out there -- it's never too late. Call me.
Deliverer
wrote:
>As I said, the renegation of one side in a contract, invalidates said
>contract. tHE WAR IS OVER AND WE WON BY DEFAULT!
> So the Slackers couldn't control the forge canceller on their side? NOT
>our problem! You cheat, you lose. And I can BET that there were several
>OTHER a.t ers who were forge cancelled! Didn't give our best? Probably
>because our best was destroyed before hitting the screens! Fuck it, I
>will NOT fight THAT kind of war, now or EVER.
I think it Popess Lilith who mentioned that the alt.slack tard
collective wouldn't fight fair. Forge cancelling seems to fit in with
that.
I stopped reading the threads concerning alt.slack when I posted the
beginning of this one. I'd rather read one nauseating post about a
powerful liquishit that tore up someone's rectum than read the flood
of boring crap that has stained the walls of our beloved newsgroup as
a result of this "invasion".
I enjoyed some of our contributions to this mess but the one liners I
generally ignored. They usually were the whole damned previous post
with one line that was the equivalent of ME TOO in more than two
words.
An invasion of talk.politics.animals would be interesting but would
probably end up the same.
==deliverer==
another day, another prescription
G. G. Gordon
>Deliverer <deli...@home.com> wrote in article
><35d7d8f3...@news.alpha.net>...
>> Is it just me or is this Slack vs. Tasteless multiple thread invasion
>> crap getting to be rather dull? I read the FAQ many unwiped moons ago
>> and I could remember something about how newsgroup invasions just
>> weren't done any more.
>
>And for good reason. Now we all know why that is there.
>
>> Why isn't anyone being verbally gang raped and squicked over
>> continuing this nonsense? The imbecilic tard collective that is
>> commonly referred to as alt.slack isn't being affected by the six
>> hundred one or two paragraph witty replies to their brain
>> splatterings.
>
>The problem with these "wars" is that as soon as you start lining up your
>own miscreants against the wall, the other side lets loose with a fresh
>barrage of "victory noise." If you think that having a cheesy load of
>alt.slack types ranting in here is bad enough, wait until they start
>strutting and posturing and doing alt.slack equivalents of unsportsmanlike
>displays in the end zone.
>
>[snip]
>
>> I could care less if Pope Lilly, the alt.slack anal whore, stayed here
>> or left as long as her posts were tasteless. That goes for the rest
>> of them too. Replying to them isn't going to chase them away. That's
>> like trying to keep flies away from shit. Once they've got a taste of
>> it. They just can't stay away until their bellies are full and
>> bloated from the consumption of it.
>
>That's the sad thing: from time to time, one of them will wander in here
>and actually end up doing something readable. Occasionally, one of us will
>do something that they appreciate reading. The "Me at Mickey D's" thread
>is a case in point, although I'll conveniently leave out the fact that it
>gave us AquaTurd. We're fighting the wrong people. If we're gonna invade
>a newsgroup, we ought to be posting violently abusive cherry-popping epics
>in alt.fan.ariana-richards, not comparing boogers with alt.slack .
>
>The other sad thing is that some of the more frequent responders in the
>current war really aren't representing us well. Sure, there are some
>alt.slack types that are making the lot of them look like even bigger
>maroons, but our representation isn't exactly stellar, either. Perhaps if
>all the participants on our side would at least take a second look at their
>offerings before firing them off, that'd save a lot of grief right there.
>
>The POW camp, for one thing, really needs to go south. That, and there's
>been so many names dropped around here, I can scarcely find a safe spot to
>put my foot down -- it's like slipping on golf shoes and trying to cross a
>roomful of kittens without getting the spikes dirty.
>
>I certainly don't want to say anything like "surrender", 'cause not enough
>folks here will go for it, and too many people there will merely take the
>opportunity to make more "we won" noise, with predictable results.
>
You know Wes, you are nowhere near as fucking dumb as everyone sez you
are!
KIDS, FUCK 'EM!
Wes Payne
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> On 18 Aug 1998 02:01:23 GMT, "Wes Payne" <n954...@wwu.cc.edu> wrote:
>
> >Deliverer <deli...@home.com> wrote in article
> ><35d7d8f3...@news.alpha.net>...
[entire previous thread, re-posted by way of reply, snipped]
> You know Wes, you are nowhere near as fucking dumb as everyone sez you
> are!
Who's "everyone"? If "everyone" is just you, I can live with that,
especially considering the good sense that you exude.
Now, when th'FUCK are you going to learn your editor, gravel-for-brains?
ObT: The cupboard was bare a few days ago, and I was hungry, so I dug out
an M.R.E. that had been sitting in one of my boxes for years. It was still
okay, since it hadn't suffered much temperature variation where it had been
sitting.
At least, it was okay until I opened the cheese spread. No funky smell, no
fur, no odd growths. It did, however, appear a bit too grayish-brown for
the orange-yellow faux-cheese that usually comes out of those packets -- I
initially mistook it for peanut butter.
I ate it anyway. No adverse effects. Except for the gas. Started about a
half-hour after I finished, and just about killed everyone else in the
room. Lactose intolerance is a wonderful thing.
Notorious P.I.G.
>So listen up, kiddies: NO MORE SLACK WAR!!! Got it?
Fuck off, Hanky-Panky. THEY STOP, we stop. And dat's da name of dat tune.
>It's over. Go home.
It's over when one side or the other sez it's over. They get a
free opportunity if they choose to. I hope the silly cockroaches
don't continue, yet I hope they do.
ObHistory: We've had our share of invasions from inferior groups
before, yet we tend to prevail in the long run. We will again.
These cuntplugs have atttempted to disrupt this group several times
in the last couple of years. Their failure doesn't stop them, as they
keep coming back.
I'd like to see this thing end. The ball is in a.slack's corner. For
peace's sake, let's end it now. Anyone with a different mindset can talk
to pig...@netcom.com.
As for you, Blake, you don't have no authority to tell either group
what the fuck to do. Remember that.
Thoroughly
Vinnie
Hank Blake
wrote:
>As for you, Blake, you don't have no authority to tell either group
>what the fuck to do. Remember that.
Jesus. Who put a fuckin' corncob up *yer* ass? I thought PMS was a
distaff problem.
Herry
>
> On Thu, 20 Aug 1998 17:51:25 GMT, pig...@netcom.com (Notorious P.I.G.)
> wrote:
>
> >As for you, Blake, you don't have no authority to tell either group
> >what the fuck to do. Remember that.
>
> Jesus. Who put a fuckin' corncob up *yer* ass? I thought PMS was a
> distaff problem.
Its called a "hangover" Hank. Vinnie's a love/hate kinda guy. Soon as
he injects some more morphine into his schween, he'll be smoochin you
just like old times.
Herry
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