Correspondent:: HellPope Huey Date: Sat, 05 Feb 2005 16:56:29 GMT
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Anybody see "A Boy And His Dog?" They'd use this book in Sunday School
or something. The perfect gift for the hybrid alien on the go!
http://www.bitfurnace.com/TheCuddlyMenace/
--
HellPope Huey
Oh, what a beautiful morning, ya jerks
"So you managed to get here
without having your knickers blown off.
~ Prince Philip, to a farmer's wife
from Northern Ireland
visiting London for a charity event.
"I like it, but of course,
I'm from the underbelly of society."
- "That 70s Show"
Correspondent:: IMBJR Date: Sat, 05 Feb 2005 17:20:37 +0000
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On Sat, 05 Feb 2005 16:56:29 GMT, in reply to HellPope Huey
:
>
> Anybody see "A Boy And His Dog?" They'd use this book in Sunday School
>or something. The perfect gift for the hybrid alien on the go!
>
> http://www.bitfurnace.com/TheCuddlyMenace/
Correspondent:: "ArWeGod" Date: Mon, 07 Feb 2005 08:10:41 GMT
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"IMBJR" wrote in message
news:e20a019garnq4f5hdur4dm6arl3kb9nbat@4ax.com...
> On Sat, 05 Feb 2005 16:56:29 GMT, in reply to HellPope Huey
> :
>
> >
> > Anybody see "A Boy And His Dog?" They'd use this book in Sunday
School
> >or something. The perfect gift for the hybrid alien on the go!
> >
> > http://www.bitfurnace.com/TheCuddlyMenace/
>
> YAY! Self destruction:
> http://www.bitfurnace.com/TheCuddlyMenace/images/zogg_07.jpg
Correspondent:: "nu-monet v7.0" Date: Sat, 05 Feb 2005 11:52:44 -0700
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HellPope Huey wrote:
>
> Anybody see "A Boy And His Dog?" They'd use this
> book in Sunday School or something. The perfect
> gift for the hybrid alien on the go!
>
> http://www.bitfurnace.com/TheCuddlyMenace/
(they misspelled "Zod")
THE LAND OF ZOD
From breakfast on thoughout the day,
My parents, teachers, I obey,
But every evening time, dear "Bob",
I am the slave of General Zod.
All by myself I have to go,
Where General Zod orders me to,
To carry out his evil plans,
On different worlds and alien lands.
The strangest powers he's given me,
To level mountains, boil seas.
Entire armies bow down to Zod,
'Til morning, when I wake up tired.
Try as I can to find my way,
I can never serve my Lord at day,
Nor can remember plain and clear,
How best to make the mortals fear.
For when I rise, my powers ebb,
I can no longer see through lead,
Or levitate, use X-Ray vision,
Crush uranium to make it fission.
But someday soon I know he'll deign,
To make the Planet Earth his reign,
I know he can, don't say he cannot,
For I am his best Lieutenant.
When he arrives, my powers sublime,
Will crush Earth's best in record time.
But I hope he comes from noon 'til three,
So I can skip my therapy.
--
"YOU BELONG TO US NOW!"
"GET DOWN WITH MY SICKNESS!!"