Correspondent:: nenslo
Date: Wed, 08 Dec 2004 20:04:51 -0800
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paco wrote:
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> yea, the bunch of rat bastards, fuck 'em
I agree with this post.
Correspondent:: HellPope Huey
Date: Thu, 09 Dec 2004 04:57:48 GMT
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In article <41B7CEE2.C51F4134@yahoox.com>, nenslo
wrote:
> paco wrote:
> >
> > yea, the bunch of rat bastards, fuck 'em
>
> I agree with this post.
You were both children once... and will be again, any minute now.
--
HellPope Huey
My ruby slippers got turned at the heels
The only people for me are the mad ones,
the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk,
mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time,
the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing.
- Jack Kerouac, "On the Road"
I'm glad I don't have to explain to a man from Mars
why each day I set fire to dozens of little pieces of paper
and then put them in my mouth.
- Mignon McLaughlin
Correspondent:: nenslo
Date: Wed, 08 Dec 2004 22:26:27 -0800
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HellPope Huey wrote:
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> In article <41B7CEE2.C51F4134@yahoox.com>, nenslo
> wrote:
> > paco wrote:
> > >
> > > yea, the bunch of rat bastards, fuck 'em
> >
> > I agree with this post.
>
> You were both children once... and will be again, any minute now.
>
Kids suck. Like dogs, they are noisy, and messy, they smell bad and you
can't reason with them. If that's the future then NO FUTURE FOR ME. NO
FUTURE NO FUTURE NO FUTURE FOR YOU.
Correspondent:: HellPope Huey
Date: Thu, 09 Dec 2004 17:33:13 GMT
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In article <41B7F012.D11FF1D6@yahoox.com>, nenslo
wrote:
> Kids suck. Like dogs, they are noisy, and messy, they smell bad and you
> can't reason with them.
I'm trying to think of a group to whom that contention DOESN'T apply.
Nope, nuttin' so far. I'll keep you posted.
--
HellPope Huey
My ruby slippers got turned at the heels
The only people for me are the mad ones,
the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk,
mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time,
the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing.
- Jack Kerouac, "On the Road"
I'm glad I don't have to explain to a man from Mars
why each day I set fire to dozens of little pieces of paper
and then put them in my mouth.
- Mignon McLaughlin