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Date: Sun, 27 Mar 1994 03:01:02 -0500 (EST)
From: Victor Story <story@acad.csv.kutztown.edu>
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To: Subgenius@mc.lcs.mit.edu
Message-Id: <Pine.3.89.9403270218.A21395-0100000@acad.csv.kutztown.edu>
Youse think pink escape ya'll stink on the brink Bob fink
Ya'll udder milk butter milk back slack bourgeois jack
Why ask escape too late thy fate oh Bob Dobb caint skate
In Church lurch tall fall mighty tide wash pride excel see your
Bob back Dobb slack me a fact no escape your pink stink
Hulk Hogan fly by Holy mountain up sky real high, real high
Cause deep thought back in Zippy sore back no brain no stain
I am havie fun my son pray late your fate in hell youse'll skate
That's fate so great trinity and prate mistake I escape
Why here not queer but beer and finger ear no mind Zippy kind
Him happy not slack make dinero on back alass alack
Why escape dubbie U-Roy make if Hulk Bob make great?
(Ahem, ahem, minimalist stanza two follows:
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