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Porn-again CDROM
Synchrono.
the glorious, glorious blooball entrepreneur
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Message-Id: <9305040211.AA09368@media.mit.edu>
To: subgenius@mc.lcs.mit.edu
Subject: Porn-again CDROM
Date: Mon, 03 May 93 22:11:28 -0400
From: Michael Travers <mt@media.mit.edu>
[from a NYT story about religious software]
Cheap hardware and user-friendly software are creating a new
generation of religious computer junkies. An estimated 13 million
Christians have computers in their homes, and a slew of companies have
sprung up to target the estimated $25 million market.
Software programs addressing every need, from tracking church
attendance to playing Biblical crossword puzzles and games, are now
extending beyond religious bookstores into mainstream retailers like
Egghead.
``It's almost like selling pornography,'' says Jonh Ellis of Ellis
Enterprises, which pioneered CD-ROM Bible study. ``People who love
God's word can't get enough of it.''
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To: Subgenius@mc.lcs.mit.edu
CC: G.Joly@cs.ucl.ac.uk
Subject: Synchrono.
Date: Mon, 03 May 93 13:31:40 +0100
From: Gordon Joly <G.Joly@cs.ucl.ac.uk>
Message-ID: <9305030842.aa10853@mc.lcs.mit.edu>
Watching television this morning, saw news of the identfification of
the body of D.K.
Time? 8:08 ...
El Gordo
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From: "John E. Swart" <fln2jes@cabell.vcu.edu>
Message-Id: <9305031709.AA22247@cabell.vcu.edu>
Subject: the glorious, glorious blooball entrepreneur
To: Subgenius@mc.lcs.mit.edu
Date: Mon, 3 May 93 13:09:12 EDT
SLACK well we loveit we embraceit we needit. here's some. the
Glorious Blueball Entrepreneur e-zine, straight from the hearts and
minds of M.C. francois to the dela schaque, end the omnipresent
Fredbiscuit the mighty, high priest of BLUE BLUE BLUE
well anyway. read this, it's good for you. write for a subscription
if you're slack enough and sick enough. Pink power!!! rah rah rah.
i like jesus,
the spanish name. i like the Man too, but he's too bad.
christians/pink/notjesus.
oh well. blooball
let BLOOBALL reign supreme!!@#$%^*&@#%&YAETHB
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The Blueball Entrepreneur, Issue 1
You are in your dorm room late at night, about ready to call
it a day. You strip down to your bare nakedness, and curl up to
go to sleep. Suddenly, you hear three sharp knocks at your door.
Wondering who the hell it is, you jump out of bed and slip into
your favorite pair of dickenballs. You slowly open the door to
greet your visitor. It is Patricia Ridley, that infamous hoss
that you so lusted after back in your Bruton days.
"Oh, " Patricia exclaims, "I'm so sorry for how I was so
cruel to you all that time. I only know of one way that I can
repay you. Lay down." You obey her every command as you notice
that she is only wearing a trenchcoat. She climbs onto the bed
where you lay and stands above you, her feet pressed tightly
against your hips. As you are about to speak, Patricia takes
your breath away by slowly peeling off the trenchcoat. The only
thing covering her bare nakedness is a pair of white panties.
Her breasts glisten with the moisture in the air, perfect shining
orbs. She gazes longingly down at your eyes as she begins gently
tracing up and down her hips with her fingers. Slowly, Patricia
runs her fingers over the subtle curvature of her stomach, and
finally up to her ripe flesh melons. She begins kneading them,
letting her head fall gradually back with moans of pleasure.
Patricia falls to her knees as she traces around her nipples with
each index finger, bringing her head forward again to look at
you. Patricia rests her ample buttocks on your pelvis, and you
feel your fully erect manhood pressing against her soft flesh.
She lifts her left breast, leaning forward to reward your waiting
tongue. The erect pink nipple comes closer and closer to your
mouth, for what seems to be an eternity. You can feel the heat
of Patricia's breast on your tongue, when suddenly, she
disappears! M.C. Fredbiscuits of the Vatican is in Patricia's place,
screaming, "CREAM AND SATAN! CREAM AND SATAN!" as M.C.
Francois plays a demented keyboard riff in the background, both
of them cackling like madmen. You scream in blueball agony as
you await the end of this nightmare....
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blue ball entrepreneur #2.....
So anyway, it's been a good evening. You went to dinner with Ruth and
her parents and they really seem to like you. In fact they gave you
permission to go out driving in their nice long Cadillac after supper.
As you slide into the driver's seat, you notice that Ruth has taken off her
panty hose and that her skirt is riding up her snow white thighs. You
can hardly contain the bulge in your boner pants as she smiles at you
knowingly. She slides the middle armrest up and cuddles next to you,
laying her hand gently on you leg and caressing it softly, her wrist
lightly touching your member with every gentle stroke. You glance briefly
in her direction only to find her caressing the moist hole between her
legs as her rubbing on your leg becomes more centralized. You can't take
anymore and pull off the road at one of those little lookout places. The
scene is very romantic. There is a beautiful river and a storm rolling in.
The first burst of lightning explodes as you slide Ruth's dress from her
shoulders and proceed to nurse on her ample boosom. She moans in ecstacy
and pulls your hand down to her sweet, warm honey hole. Your pleasure
cannot be contained as she gropes for your pulsating manhood and slowly
starts massaging, and gently pullong on it. She just starts pushing your
head down south when out of nowhere a screaming maniac is on top of the car.
You brace yourself for the worse as the parkway killer aims his assault rifle
at your face. All you can do is go limp as Ruthy's life drains with every
bullet.
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and some of our satisfied coustomers...
Cute.. Real cute. I'll pass the story on to other worthy individuals.
You guys are almost as sick as me.
Dave
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well, ahhhhhh. hmmmm.
that was odd. i can't wait for the next one.
jesus, i thought i was wierd. well, i am, but whatever.
keep them rolling, i like it.
Wonko the Sane/SFTe
h115@psuvm.psu.edu
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the glorious blueball entrepreneur
#3!!!
Well, its your sophomore year in college, and as your life begins to
fall into place, you think about the past. You think about your Bruton
days, and all the women you wanted to sport. Only one was the queen, and
that was Heidi Bechberger. You have heard rumors that her William and
Mary days are over, and that she had to drop out and seek a job to
make ends meet. You didn't believe it, but you soon found out that she
was a different person... Officer Bechberger!!!
You are stumbling along the street one night as you just begin to
sober up after a little Crazy Hoss at a party. A voice from behind you
calls out, "Hey, there, mister!" You whirl around to face the blue
uniform, and you begin to think that its all over. Your vision clears,
and you see that it is none other than Officer Bechberger!
"Oh, Heidi, hi... its been so long..." you say.
"Don't try that shit with me, " she commands, "I'm here to do my job,
and right now that job is busting you for underage drinking!"
Heidi holds a firm grip on your right arm as she escorts you back to
your apartment. Due to their wild partying, your roommates are not home
yet.
Once you get inside, Heidi orders, "Sit the fuck down, so I can take a
muthafuckin report on your stupid ass!" You obey as you admire her
shapely policewoman body. She leans over to give you a breathalyzer, and
you are feelin' drunk and horny, so you pull her down on top of you and
begin kissing her. She tries to fight at first, but you know that she
wants it as you unbutton her shirt. She has given in, and is straddling
you as you are slouched back in your chair. She slips off her shirt to
reveal her black lace bra, and her grapefruit size breasts. She lifts
them to your mouth as you bite the fastener on her bra. The bra finally
comes loose as the bountiful breasts spill forth, drowning your face in
soft, moist skin. Her famed nipples are more than enough to please you,
as you trace your tongue around the two-inch diameter, finally succumbing
and sucking the perky red tip.
As you indulge in a taste of mammary heaven, your hands grope thir
way around to Heidi's already loose pants. You unfasten them and pull
them down, your hands meeting wet, black lace. Your hands trace the
outline of her muscular buttocks, as you remove the panties as well,
Heidi's beautiful ass dripping in sweat. She rolls over onto her back,
her breasts tremoring with each heave of her panting chest. You whip out
the full erectness of your cock and slide it down her body, closer and
closer to its home.
"Dave, what the hell are you doing?" yells your father, Lar as he
gets up from where he laid. "I come to visit my son and get almost Goddam
raped by him! I'm the fuck outta here!" You realize the disastrous
mistake you made in your drunken stupor as you hang your head in shame....
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That has got to be one of the most disgusting, outlandish, horrifying,
repulsive, horrible storis I have read in my entire life!
Keep up the good work
PEACE LOVE AND HUMPTINESS
The Flanman is outta here....
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* Michael W. Flanagan Internet: flana_mw@jhunix.hcf.jhu.edu *
* a.k.a. The Flanman Johns Hopkins University, Balto, MD *
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-- His satanic majesty Haile Jonas Swarticus III, destroyer of planets, scourge of the universe, sick man with a mind bent on destruction, the awesome, the wonderful, the man who knows everything, High priest of glorious BLUE BLUE BLUE,john
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