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It is the stuff that dreams are made of.

It's what makes tinkerbell and the lost boys fly.

It powers the Starship Enterprise.

It's the hidden code in Windows and MacOS, though
not yet available in Linux.

It's the cancer causing, teeth staining, smelly
pukey habit.

It is the drug that helps you find God, be He
Hairy Thunderer or Cosmic Muffin.

It is your brain on drugs.

It is 99-44/100ths percent pure.

It is where there is a lake, in which resides
the sword Excalibur, kept by the lady of the lake.

It is where all the flowers have gone.

It is the home of John Dillinger's *real* penis.

It is a mystery, wrapped in an enigma, smothered
with sauteed mushrooms and onions in a savory gravy.

It is home to both Lemurians and Cenobites.

It is very near the coast of Honalee, nearby also to
the land of Freedonia.

It is the world's largest producer of manna, ambrosia,
'Frop, and the green stuff you inject into the brain
to reanimate dead tissue.

It is the residence of J.R. "Bob" Dobbs part of the year.

It is both creamy and crunchy, it tastes great and is
less filling, it is margarine and it is butter.

If it were to fall into enemy hands, it would mean the
destruction of us all.

It's golf course is Fiddler's Green.

It is where UFOs are not just a fact of life,
they're the LAW.

It is beyond the ken of moral man.

It can take a sunrise, sprinkle it with dew,
cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two.

It is where bad little girls and boys go.

It is where something is happening all the time,
most of it unsolved.

It is where one may find the dark tower wherein
lies the emerald of ultimate knowledge, the sword
of ultimate power, and the credit card with no limit,
guarded by the black knight and his hideous troll
army, after passing through the forest of darkness
and the desert of despair and retrieving the
medallion that hangs about the neck of the dragon

It is the unfolding of miscalculations.

It is a place where science and magic aren't the
same thing.

It was never a colony of France.

It means having all the pets you ever wanted.

It is where you are better than you were in
high school.

It is where a thing of beauty is a joy for a while.

It is the dissonant fifth vortex, disrupting
the harmonic convergence.

It was described by Darwin, who destroyed his notes
convinced he was suffering from DT's.

It's government never tries to be helpful.

It is the dawning of the height, weight, hair and
eye color of Aquarius.

It is Nwotsbbod spelled backwards.

It is Brigadoon without the haggis, it is surrounded
by the seven cities of Cibola, which are its slums,
and it has a ferry to Monster Island.

It is where Amelia Erhardt crashed.

It is where the Tunguska meteorite came out, after
bouncing around inside for a while, somewhat the
worse for wear.

It is where the early worm gets away.

It reaches from the inner ear to the outer limits.

It doesn't make the bondage gear, it makes the
bondage gear better.

It is for when you are too lazy to kill yourself.

It is where there are no lawyers.

It is where you can make your imaginary friends
fight to the death.

It is between the dark and daylight, when the night
is beginning to lower.

It is where neither heredity nor environment matter.

It is where the lamb and the lion have sex.

It is proof that hell is full, and the dead walk
the earth.

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