Correspondent:: HellPope Huey Date: Wed, 02 Feb 2005 01:08:37 GMT
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1) There has been a great deal more lightning lately. I think the gods
are becoming increasingly pissed. I'm sure that's part of the reason my
remaining head-hair stands up so often (I also smell ozone a lot lately)
and why I must play Brian Eno's "Music For Airports" all the way through
every other day as psychic dialysis. Otherwise, the Pee will GET me and
then I will develop a brain jihad and oh hell.
2) Annoying vestigal morality that considers collateral damage.
3) Pills.
4) Randomly-timed mini-shocks from My Little ECT utility belt.
5) The Law.
6) "Bob," although he is also part of the reason for the problem.
7) Hot, butt-slappin', hot monkey sex.
8) The sweet love of Our Lord, who art in Rehab.
9) More pills.
10) Incredible sampled monster drum kits from Barsoom.
--
HellPope Huey
I tried to go back in time and kick Hitler in the ass,
but the belt has an anti-paradox governor
that only allowed me to spill hot soup on his crotch.
There is a pleasure in madness,
which none but madmen know.
~ John Dryden, 1631-1700
"Rub honey on his ass
and blow the bear whistle."
~ "Everybody Loves Raymond"
Correspondent:: "Paul Casino" Date: 1 Feb 2005 18:09:05 -0800
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Conversely, the only thing that keeps me from killing MYSELF from year
to year are Cadbury Cream Eggs for Easter, aka Diabetic Shock Balls.
Correspondent:: "nu-monet v7.0" Date: Tue, 01 Feb 2005 19:33:19 -0700
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Paul Casino wrote:
>
> Conversely, the only thing that keeps me
> from killing MYSELF from year to year are
> Cadbury Cream Eggs for Easter, aka Diabetic
> Shock Balls.
Yer not hard corpse unless you use them to scoop
honey out a bowl until your extremeties convulse
so violently that you can't grab hold of them any
more, and they have to inject insulin directly
into your heart to keep it beating.
--
"YOU BELONG TO US NOW!"
"GET DOWN WITH MY SICKNESS!!"
--Kino Beman, brand name
Correspondent:: HellPope Huey Date: Wed, 02 Feb 2005 03:34:15 GMT
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In article <42003BEF.7A73@succeeds.com>,
"nu-monet v7.0" wrote:
> Paul Casino wrote:
> >
> > Conversely, the only thing that keeps me
> > from killing MYSELF from year to year are
> > Cadbury Cream Eggs for Easter, aka Diabetic
> > Shock Balls.
>
> Yer not hard corpse unless you use them to scoop
> honey out a bowl until your extremeties convulse
> so violently that you can't grab hold of them any
> more, and they have to inject insulin directly
> into your heart to keep it beating.
Great dieting utility there, doktor. Just mesh the images of Cadbury
Eggs, convulsions and doin' a "Pulp Fiction" number on your own chest
with a cardiac needle and voila, you lose 5 pounds just shuddering.
COOL!
--
HellPope Huey
I tried to go back in time and kick Hitler in the ass,
but the belt has an anti-paradox governor
that only allowed me to spill hot soup on his crotch.
There is a pleasure in madness,
which none but madmen know.
~ John Dryden, 1631-1700
"Rub honey on his ass
and blow the bear whistle."
~ "Everybody Loves Raymond"
Correspondent:: "Paul Casino" Date: 1 Feb 2005 19:39:48 -0800
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And that Cadburry Bunny fucked with my head when I was a little kid. I
actually thought rabbits clucked like chickens from 1983-1985.
Correspondent:: Zapanaz Date: Tue, 01 Feb 2005 21:15:34 -0800
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On 1 Feb 2005 19:39:48 -0800, "Paul Casino"
wrote:
>And that Cadburry Bunny fucked with my head when I was a little kid. I
>actually thought rabbits clucked like chickens from 1983-1985.
rabbits did cluck like chickens from 1983 - 1985
and you were the only one to notice.
The rabbits were understandably disappointed that their great cultural
expression went unnoticed. "SO MUCH FOR EVOLUTION", a spokesrabbit
was reported to have clucked.
well those were the Reagan years, after all. If the rabbits had
threatened to invade Russia, -that- would have gotten them some
attention.
--
Zapanaz
International Satanic Conspiracy
Customer Support Specialist
http://joecosby.com/
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ninety degrees and try again.
Correspondent:: HdMrs. Salacia the Overseer Date: Tue, 01 Feb 2005 22:13:44 -0600
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On Wed, 02 Feb 2005 01:08:37 GMT, HellPope Huey
wrote:
>
> 1) There has been a great deal more lightning lately. I think the gods
>are becoming increasingly pissed. I'm sure that's part of the reason my
>remaining head-hair stands up so often (I also smell ozone a lot lately)
>and why I must play Brian Eno's "Music For Airports" all the way through
>every other day as psychic dialysis. Otherwise, the Pee will GET me and
>then I will develop a brain jihad and oh hell.
>
> 2) Annoying vestigal morality that considers collateral damage.
> 3) Pills.
> 4) Randomly-timed mini-shocks from My Little ECT utility belt.
> 5) The Law.
> 6) "Bob," although he is also part of the reason for the problem.
> 7) Hot, butt-slappin', hot monkey sex.
> 8) The sweet love of Our Lord, who art in Rehab.
> 9) More pills.
> 10) Incredible sampled monster drum kits from Barsoom.
Hmm. I have similar coping techniques. These involve killing SOMETHING
instead of SOMEONE when I'm really pissed off. Flying perfume bottle,
hairbrushes, karate kicks into the bathroom door, SCARY CRAZY SHIT
LIKE THAT. But no ONE has died yet. praise "Bob".
Come to think of it...it's been several months since I've killed
something....time to pick a fight.....
~Salacia
Correspondent:: HellPope Huey Date: Wed, 02 Feb 2005 04:49:02 GMT
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In article ,
HdMrs. Salacia the Overseer wrote:
> Come to think of it...it's been several months since I've killed
> something....time to pick a fight.....
Then you're in the right place for about as fair a fight as you can
get, wedged in between the monchromatic snots of alt.tasteless and
alt.flame. Its easy to tell the territory markings apart: alt.tasteless
uses deer urine extract substitute and alt.flame uses slightly diluted
carbon tetrachloride, whereas most us piss antifreeze. You know you're
in alt.slack territory because dogs are lapping up the antifreeze.
--
HellPope Huey
I tried to go back in time and kick Hitler in the ass,
but the belt has an anti-paradox governor
that only allowed me to spill hot soup on his crotch.
There is a pleasure in madness,
which none but madmen know.
~ John Dryden, 1631-1700
"Rub honey on his ass
and blow the bear whistle."
~ "Everybody Loves Raymond"
Correspondent:: nenslo Date: Tue, 01 Feb 2005 21:54:05 -0800
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HellPope Huey wrote:
> some dumb crap
Oh, Puey, you couldn't kill hardly anybody. Least not enough to make
much difference.
Correspondent:: HellPope Huey Date: Wed, 02 Feb 2005 16:45:43 GMT
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In article <42006AFD.E9CD2018@yahoox.com>, nenslo
wrote:
> HellPope Huey wrote:
> > some dumb crap
>
> Oh, Puey, you couldn't kill hardly anybody. Least not enough to make
> much difference.
I could, but reaching that level of destructive power requires more
paperwork than I am willing to do. That's the real reason Dr. Doom built
so many robots: to free him from the dragging tedium of shipping and
handling.
--
HellPope Huey
Head waiter at Madame La CaCa's House of Monkey
"To be too conscious is an illness,
a real throughgoing illness."
- Fyodor Dostoevski
"We coulda been anything that we wanted to be,
with all the talent we had;
with a little training, we mastered complaining;
manners seemed unnecessary,
we're so rude its almost scary!
We coulda been anything that we wanted to be
and don't it make your heart glad?
With a little practice, we made every blacklist!
We're the very best at being bad!"
- "Bugsy Malone"