fundal absorption

supernaught

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Jun 18, 2003, 5:27:05 PM6/18/03

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There was an alerting, noisy and nice, in 30 minutes. I swear I am already
there. Nice friendly place. Perhaps some light tension, like a chill, maybe my
body temperature response is confused. At the two hour point I am substantially
out of the experience. Short, intense experience, basically enjoyable. Another
hour and I am back to where I started in every way.

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supernaught

The Queen of Cans and Jars

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Jun 18, 2003, 10:18:13 PM6/18/03

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supernaught <a@x.y> wrote:

this is a girl scout meeting

willum

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Jun 20, 2003, 11:07:09 PM6/20/03

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It tasted like burned plastic. About 10 minutes later the back of my neck
got all prickly and my ears got foobly. I don't remember much of what
happened for the next hour, but my friends told me I was patrolling the yard
with a broomstick, mumbling something about "keeping guard over the little
ones". When I came to I was sitting naked in a Kentucky Fried Chicken
restaurant two counties away, enjoying a 3-piece Original Recipe dinner. I
later found an engraving of Sigmund Freud on my left ankle. Overall it was a
really nice trip. But I'm still in KFC, can someone please come get me and
take me home? Bring some clothes.

Limbo Socrates

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Jun 21, 2003, 1:56:34 PM6/21/03

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"willum" <nospam> wrote in message news:vf7iuti...@corp.supernews.com...

Do not remove the aluminum foil from your thigh. It is there to prevent a
sudden and massive voltage potential from generating between your genitals
and the gold statue of the Colonel. You cannot save the attendants behind
the counter. Their souls have already been removed and are doomed in any
case. The wet-nap is your key to the Red Door. This is a bonus level and
you can transfix yourself in the universe if you fire a rocket at the head
of John Carmack. Avoid the cole-slaw. Shave if you must.

Greg Ackerson

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Jun 23, 2003, 10:33:47 AM6/23/03

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> Do not remove the aluminum foil from your thigh. It is there to prevent a
> sudden and massive voltage potential from generating between your genitals
> and the gold statue of the Colonel. You cannot save the attendants behind
> the counter. Their souls have already been removed and are doomed in any
> case. The wet-nap is your key to the Red Door. This is a bonus level and
> you can transfix yourself in the universe if you fire a rocket at the head
> of John Carmack. Avoid the cole-slaw. Shave if you must.

It wasn't John Carmack, it was John Romero. But the cop who was
questioning (interrogating) me wasn't paying attention. He had already
immersed himself in the carrot. I'm into vegetables, you see, and I
had come for the...

"If you've come for the carrot, you'll be sorely disappointed."

The voice came from nowhere... no, wait, it had come from the water
fountain. But they were all out of water, so when you hit the switch
this white dust came out of the spigot.

"What is that?" I asked.

"Powdered water. Just add water. But we're all out of water."

I already knew that.