COCK
Correspondent:: asscoassc@aol.comBLOWME (AssCo Assc)
Date: 16 Dec 2004 20:26:20 GMT
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Just in case anyone was wondering
what the Chinese Zodiac animal of
2005 will be.
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The Cock tends to be "Cocky"; overconfident
and stupidly scheming to little or no avail.
While the Cock brings prosperity, he also
wastes energy scratching for chicken-feed
and becoming over alarmed at trifles.
2005 will be full of "wild goose chases"
false alarms and dissapointing speculative
ventures. The Cock is fascistic in nature but his
super-ego acts on best intentions; nevertheless
over-dramatic attempts at domination may
spawn petty disputes among the other animals
in the barnyard. The political world will continue
to drift to the right. Governments will engage
in shows of muscle and hardline posturing.
Escalatory oratory will be common.
Small slights may create loud confrontation,
verbal discord and hot debates: indimidating
tactics with little worry of actual threats.
"FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER I'LL SEE YOU IN COURT!"
ooOOoo
It petrifies the tongue. . .
Shoots arrows through the lung. . .
Guttural rending pain . . .
. . . and next it Sclerotifies the brain
-- Copyright 2004 Ilya Shambat
Correspondent:: HellPope Huey
Date: Thu, 16 Dec 2004 21:35:24 GMT
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In article <20041216152620.06183.00001363@mb-m27.aol.com>,
asscoassc@aol.comBLOWME (AssCo Assc) wrote:
> "FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER I'LL SEE YOU IN COURT!"
Which means jack. Judges hate our kind and will fine us both for being
Not Like Them. Let's just slug it out with fresh mahi mahi from the
Kroger meat shop and whoever is left standing wins the NOS Corvair.
--
HellPope Huey
An explanation in 30 minutes or less
or its pointless anyway
Indifference and neglect
often do much more damage than outright dislike.
- "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix"
"Look alive, here comes a buzzard."
- Walt Kelly
Correspondent:: asscoassc@aol.comBLOWME (AssCo Assc)
Date: 16 Dec 2004 22:22:01 GMT
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<< Which means jack. Judges hate our kind and will fine us both for being Not
Like Them. Let's just slug it out with fresh mahi mahi from the Kroger meat
shop and whoever is left standing wins the NOS Corvair. >>
Speaking of judges and Corvairs reminds me of that
night in 1981 when I had a rented '73 Comet w/a 250cc
(or was it a Maverick? Actually I think it was a lot of both)
and stupidly went out to the hills of Salem county NJ where
it was possible to get all four wheels off the ground
when going over certain hills at sufficient speed.
Due to the fact that I was posessed by the Jersey devil
and had probably been up for three days straight,
I confused my hills and wound up airborne and heading
to the broad side of a T-intersection at slightly over
100 MPH.
When the haze of burning rubber cleared I realized that
sound wasn't MY tires -- I'm pretty sure I just thumped
and rattled -- it was the tires of ol' Judge Whatsisname in
his Lincoln Continental with his headlights an inch or so
from my passenger door. I saw him through his wind-
shield making the sign of the cross and rolling his eyes
upward, grateful to a god that clearly wasn't mine. I'm
equally thankful to "Bob" or whatever that the time I
appeared before his bench was a few months BEFORE
that incident and not a few months after.
Yeah, I'm an asshole, but I was a much bigger asshole
THEN.
Then there was the time I was almost broadsided by
a Hoboken bus with Jim Jarmusch in the back seat,
but that's another story.