Today's Topics:
last night.
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Date: Sun, 30 Aug 92 15:19:34 PDT
From: "D. V. Henkel-Wallace" <gumby@cygnus.com>
Message-Id: <9208302219.AA15713@cygnus.com>
To: Rex Black <rex@iqsc.com>
Cc: Subgenius@mc.lcs.mit.edu
In-Reply-To: <9208281435.AA20045@sparc.iqsc.COM>
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Date: Fri, 28 Aug 92 09:35:19 CDT
From: Rex Black <rex@iqsc.com>
I am an idiot because I walked away from my terminal without logging
off. Please punish me. I would like to be beaten.
Refer to this as "Electronic Tourette's Syndrome."
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Date: Sun, 30 Aug 92 21:56:41 GMT-0500
From: Ward <ward@thames.sun1.mcsr.olemiss.edu>
Message-Id: <9208310256.AA02951@ thames >
To: subgenius@mc.lcs.mit.edu
Subject: last night.
I had the weirdest experience last night..
Here i was, at work, when all of a sudden:
12 half naked economists danced into my room, and started a line around my console.
they claimed to be the disciples, but all they talked about was the finer points of Ernest
Borgnine's backside.
I was watching that happen, when Clarence Thomas came in and passed out Cokes. This
really unnerved me. I was about to throw him out, and opened the door to find:
Teddy Kennedy and the Budweiser girls digging through my fridge looking for Eric
Estrada's chest hair and teeth. This really confused me. As if that weren't enough, a
hoarde of Elvis-Impersonating corporate mercenaries blew my door apart, and started
lobbing pinapples, shouting, "Viva Las vegas!"
Man, that really got me. I mean, what can you do in a situation like that?
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