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Date Posted: 01:45:44 01/29/03 Wed
Author Host/IP: cache-ntc-ag09.proxy.aol.com/198.81.26.206
In reply to:
castati de illuminati
's message, "super duper uber pooper" on 12:04:39 11/07/02 Thu
you all is a bunch of purple comer fudge gurglers. all ya'alls mamas gots the math problems, ya alls little jizzy dogs.
yo, yo but seriously, jizzy dog: STRAight UP, g...
alls ya gots to do is knuckle down....
alls ya gots to do is knucle under. is there, therefore a knuckle down-under? torn, assumder some-der! inthe bernard sumner, King's exforward Charlie simmer exclaimed,
"don Zimmer? hey buddy, it's me... charlie simmer and my friend bernard sumner."....
so here comes the article, finally it passes like a huge, inflated ass-stone. like the freedom from constipation long speculated upon by the philosophers and argued by the christians on the basis of christian "science" geography and
...
my brother or quin or some guy said there's a new movies out called Dude Where's my wife.
okay the big shit of little consequence other than simmering in the ass of don zimmer*
>*that's an asterisk, bizznatch! How you like me now***********************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************88*****************************************************************************************************************************************************8788888*************************************66.6088*********************************************************************************************************************************************************************************58**************************************************************************************************************************************************************4***********************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************3***************************************************************************************************************************2**********************************************************************************************************************************************************1..............
LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, WE HAVE JERKOFFS8888888888888888888
and so i am, and so yo are.
you dry nin come poops
don'tcha know i come from
de vry institute?
yo!, quin!
don't mean to offend
but i saw you yeliing at your exposed penne
extrapolating and extrapolating
a concrete euligy
to petite hot-dog on a stick employees and all porn-movies secretaries.
so-- pavement song goes-- "Sue me Jack, Suck me Jack"
sooooooooooooo, "Quinton, don't make the mistake, eat/Don't eat?*&^% that big philly steak."
it's like, no-fi is all, "... she caught me red-handed ballin' on the neighbors dogs"
and the singing character/singing actor representing the singular, sentient yet ephemeral "be-ing" of no-fi (whether this nondiscript, tap-dancing omnipotent, loving, supreme diety be male or womyn, have foreskin or hymen) will bend over and, in a robust jamaiccan accent with natural testosterone charisma roiling up from the very base of his/her dik chakra, exclaim melodically and with precise and practiced passion announce,"it wasn't me!"
is that the best you can do?
everybody, dontcha all take me so serious. we can litigate all night long, baby, and where does that take us?
email me slurpeepurplingpetereaters. you all guzzle come. SEE! i'm Jacque shock with the jock talk.
what i'm thinking is that many of you don't have that special someone in there lives. let's get serious for a moment. let us consider the many people one can feel "special" towards.
maybe, for example, you feel special about your "uncle" larry. maybe when you were a 9 year old boy in torrance, larry made you feel happy. made you feel cool. it was almost like he was you're "strickly-speaking-as-in-literally-familial blood uncle."
you could also feel special toward someone that really isn't even a person at all. little joain here has a goldfish she calls "Mr. MacIntosh>" he tells joanie to do things for him. SEE? joanie feels special towards mr macintosh?
but the kind of special i speak of-- poontangs one and all please here me__ is not romance or parental longing, pigfucking, or javelin tossing.
there is one most high.
there is one holy lord.
do you have that special someone?
at that old no fi show a lot of drunk, stoned, and coked people and a few sober folks french-kissed swapping shit we had all sucked ot of the waitin asses of celebities as they simultaneously and mutually climaxed in a violent fit of choking on the sperm of steven speilburg, who gently strokes the balls of tom hanks who wishes that he was an ex-army sargeant,astronaut, and tennis pro as he offers ethnic babies into the waiting mouths of hell, which crushes it into a fine powder to give to the red-horned, pitchfork carrying honest-to-goodness devil of judeo-christian lore, who then puts it in the travel packs of the four horsemen of the apocalypse who take it to earth and put it in the dog-food dish (hidden in a Meatloaf) and lapped up by the president's dog who bush thinks has been poised by al-quida.
see' cock-boats, ya'all fucked tom hanks and pissed off the devil within 6 degrees Of separation!
in new york they have a saying' "fuck you" translation, "i have balls. i don't want to see you."
then the rich actresses and lawyers from rich families have that saying, especially here in L.A.: "I'm going to sue you"
hey sue donim! this is retard in heart jacket.
you're so paranoid
i betchu think this web site posting is about you...
and you are so young,
you probably didn't even get the reference...
listen, i say this with quin and chris (kinder men than i) in mind... who cares, sue, what some asshole thinks of you. what you need to see, girl, is that many young ladies go through awkward times where their self-confidence is in the dump. but sueing an underacheiving guy like me isn't where the big money is... no! cut those thespian chops, take a fall in a slippery restroom in a fancy hotel! Claim your boss sexually harassed you! BREAK YOUR LEG TRIPPING ON A garden hose trying TO BURGLERIZE A HOUSE and then, fuckin' LIT-TUH-Gate like you was uncovering watergate.
oh, WAIT!
THE WAITRESS masterbated
on my veggie plate.
yeah, so please, now. no fi are good people, now.
i have no cash on me.
put the gun away, lady, and no one has to call the cops.
i mean, don't you see the farce in al this............
ladies and gentlemen...
The no-fi RADIO SOAP OPERA ROCK OPERA hey, listen Sue Donim, let's settle.... no suit, we split the profits of the rock opera 85-15 you get 15. or wait! you take no salary but all merchandise dollar rights-- you know, like that george lucas deal. yeah, girl, we'll get rich then get dual restaining orders. we could get tattoos like those girls who tattoo half of "best friends" on each other only we'd each have half of "restraining order."
yes, let us join the Order of Restraint.
What better way to demonstate our peaceful dissent toward our administration?
what wouldn't jesus do, man, what wouldn't jesus do.
man, that brother would- no shit- do ANYTHING, dawg. crazy fool that dog, my god, my dog, God of all pollywawgs.
much love, highly C-lossy, G-lossy, dds., msg.,
placentajuan26@yahoo.com
just kidding about the insults... lettuce is healthy
>and polysorbate is a friend of mine with no
>affiliation to NAMBLA as far as i know. you should
>buy his Ark Spurting Blood tapes if you like dark
>lyrics from crusty shamaniacal sailors without
>girlfriends to be goo-goo over. chris is a good
>student of cryptic dead languages and should be hired
>by army intelligence. Quin, as that chick said to
>billy bob thornton in the coen bros. worst movie,"you
>know what you are, you're an enthusiast." of course
>then she tried to give him a blow job, and
>unfortunately, quin, you can expect no such action
>from me as i saw how that car crashed and like i say
>the movie sucked enough w/o the suckage anyway, we
>agreed on that. dios got only 10 people out to their
>show last night at zen sushi and that is unacceptable
>as they are from hawthorne and thusly are entitled to
>all the blow jobs that quin won't be getting. please
>go to wearedios.com to see where you can blow them
>next, by-and-by, one by one. allright,
>fingerbutt.............................................
>.................................placentajuan??????????
>?????????
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