From: gerg@netcom.com (Greg Andrews)
Newsgroups: soc.singles
Subject: Re: A lurker goes to California
Summary: Sarcasm?  We don' need no stinkin' sarcasm!
Date: 14 Sep 92 00:45:44 GMT
Organization: Netcom - Online Communication Services  (408 241-9760 guest)

In article <1992Sep11.130922.4057@desire.wright.edu> wall@hel4.brl.mil (Jeff Wall) writes:
>In article <w7tngp+.tyger@netcom.com> tyger@netcom.com (Kitty in the Middle) writes:
>>
>>I am pretty sure it's spelled right, but it *could* be the wrong word, I
>>suppose. The IRS was involved in the demise of the aforementioned Ranch, 
>>but I didn't think the issue was tax *evasion*. I might be wrong, but I
>>hardly ever am...;)
>
>Well, it's nice to know somebody in this group can be labeled net.genious, and
>knows everything.  

Yes, and apparently we can't say that about *you*, now can we?

It's a pretty sad state of affairs when someone can't make a joke about
their own fallibility without some bat flying down from the belfry and
flaming them for it.  Sheesh, man.  Get a grip.  It was a JOKE!

(By the way, it's "genius".)

>
> Have you considered starting your own column??  Dear Kitty??
> Or  maybe The Soc.singles Advisor??
> 
>Boy it sure is comforting to know if I have a question nobody else can answer,
>you will be able to. Gives me a profound sense of well being.
>

Your article seems to indicate you don't know who Tyger is.  Please let me
enlighten you:

(In her own words)


	"Okay, here is a "description" of what I look like, beginning
	with the most important stuff first:
 
	My measurements are 44, 22, 36, and I have pert DDDDD breasts.
	I don't ever actually wear bras, though, because my nipples are
	constantly springing erect and tearing holes in them.
 
	Once I snapped a bra strap and broke a picture window. Luckily, I
	was thrown clear by the recoil.
 
	I'm so horny that anything can set me off. I am reminded of sex by
	any object that is either concave or convex.
 
	For example, I had to give up driving a stick shift because my
	panties, when I used to wear them, would be drenched with glandular
	secretions the second I touched the shift lever. I still feel faint 
	every time I put the gas nozzle in to fill the tank of my pink camaro 
	with the fold-down quadraphonic vibraseats and white mink seatcovers.
 
	My hobbies are putting nail polish on my toes, reading Frederick's of
	Hollywood catalogues without moving my lips, and wiggling.
 
 	I look like a cross between Ellen Barkin, Madonna, Cher, Melanie
	Griffiths, and the first and second prizewinners at the annual Macon,
	Georgia Watermelon Festival.
 
	I believe in dreams too. I write them down in a little diary in
	which each "i" is dotted with a tiny valentine. When I was very
	young I had a dream that told me I am destined to marry a genius
	whose initials are "J. W." and I have been saving myself for him
	ever since.
 
	By the way, I can suck the chrome off a sears trailer hitch.
 
	And I typed this with my nipples."
 


You hear that Jeff?  You might have a chance....

(and yes, James, she has a seester)


  -Gerg

(With apologies to Nurse Jones, who is sorely missed.  Snigger, Clank!)
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