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That's going in a track-
Gotta love the fractal- Producing a track with Drunk Anna talking about a
guy Producing Muzik-
that's fucking gold!!!
needs some noise restoration though!
where did that come from?
Correspondent:: polar bear Date: Wed, 17 Nov 2004 05:40:56 -0800
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In article <6smdnaPBN4DeQAfcRVn-gQ@rogers.com>, "Slack Master K.O.N."
wrote:
> That's going in a track-
> Gotta love the fractal- Producing a track with Drunk Anna talking about a
> guy Producing Muzik-
> that's fucking gold!!!
> needs some noise restoration though!
> where did that come from?
Who's Anna Nicole Smith?
pb
Correspondent:: HellPope Huey Date: Wed, 17 Nov 2004 16:51:45 GMT
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In article <171120040540562330%bear@pole.com>,
polar bear wrote:
> In article <6smdnaPBN4DeQAfcRVn-gQ@rogers.com>, "Slack Master K.O.N."
> wrote:
>
> > That's going in a track-
> > Gotta love the fractal- Producing a track with Drunk Anna talking about a
> > guy Producing Muzik-
> > that's fucking gold!!!
> > needs some noise restoration though!
> > where did that come from?
>
> Who's Anna Nicole Smith?
A gigantic blonde bombshell with the IQ of an eggplant and the esthetic
taste of a Mexican wrestling promoter with a snootful of mescal and a
rotten molar. If her brains matched her pulchritude, there'd be no
problem with Bush or ululating ragheads. She would be the living
incarnation of Connie Dobbs, addressed as "Planetary Empress" and would
crush the heads of both her quivering admirers & mewling opponents
between her mighty thighs like grapes. The problem is, her dog Precious
can outwit her.
That's the dark, secret, other side of the sex coin: sometimes you want
to gnaw your arm off to get away from them the next morning because you
got drunk and boffed a scag... and sometimes you do the same thing
because you'd rather eat a cheese ball rolled in arsenic and thumbtacks
than have to attempt conversation with an ambulatory set of nipples. Oh
dear!
--
HellPope Huey
Sweet 16 is great as a birthday party,
but less so as an IQ or number of incarcerations
"Girls are not as good as they look."
- Lydia Lunch, "Bowery Blues"
Well, Art is Art, isn't it? Still, on the other hand, water is water.
And east is east and west is west
and if you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce
they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does.
Now you tell me what you know.
- Groucho Marx
Correspondent:: "ArWeGod" Date: Wed, 17 Nov 2004 21:28:12 GMT
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"HellPope Huey" wrote in message
news:hulkturds-13511A.10530217112004@news1.west.earthlink.net...
> In article <171120040540562330%bear@pole.com>,
> polar bear wrote:
> > In article <6smdnaPBN4DeQAfcRVn-gQ@rogers.com>, "Slack Master
K.O.N."
> > wrote:
> >
> > > That's going in a track-
> > > Gotta love the fractal- Producing a track with Drunk Anna talking
about a
> > > guy Producing Muzik-
> > > that's fucking gold!!!
> > > needs some noise restoration though!
> > > where did that come from?
I saw the video on Dave Letterman, it was some awards show. She was
FUCKED UP! I'm sure he'll squeeze it in again, get the VCR ready.
> >
> > Who's Anna Nicole Smith?
>
> A gigantic blonde bombshell with the IQ of an eggplant
She had a "reality TV show" on cable. "Anna, Anna, Anna, Anna - Anna
Nicole!" my girlfriend would leave the room when she heard the opening
jingle.
--
ArWeBoobies
Correspondent:: bobdiddley@aol.com (3D Bob Not Diddley)
Date: 19 Nov 2004 22:04:01 GMT
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HellPope answered:
>> Who's Anna Nicole Smith?
>
> A gigantic blonde bombshell with the IQ of an eggplant and the esthetic
>taste of a Mexican wrestling promoter with a snootful of mescal and a
>rotten molar. If her brains matched her pulchritude, there'd be no
>problem with Bush or ululating ragheads. She would be the living
>incarnation of Connie Dobbs, addressed as "Planetary Empress" and would
>crush the heads of both her quivering admirers & mewling opponents
>between her mighty thighs like grapes. The problem is, her dog Precious
>can outwit her.
>
> That's the dark, secret, other side of the sex coin: sometimes you want
>to gnaw your arm off to get away from them the next morning because you
>got drunk and boffed a scag... and sometimes you do the same thing
>because you'd rather eat a cheese ball rolled in arsenic and thumbtacks
>than have to attempt conversation with an ambulatory set of nipples. Oh
>dear!
>
"Last night at two, I came in with a ten, and woke up at ten with a two." -
Willie and Waylon
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