HDTenEightyP/NetNews huggingface dataset:
From: larryh@cabezon.uucp (Larry Huntley)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: Re: COMPUTER JOCKEYS BEWARE
Date: 11 Dec 92 17:25:47 GMT
Organization: Logic Modeling Inc of Beaverton Oregon

In article <1992Dec9.183847.29720@scott.skidmore.edu> ssamaras@scott.skidmore.edu (susan samarasinghe) writes:
>
>   i don't think so. i am going to enjoy, nay, i shall relish each bit
>of critism i get for this so-dubbed "flamewar". you all keep saying to
>me that if i just wait and endure the nastiness, i will be welcomed. i
>don't think so.

   Okay.  If that's the way you want it.  You could, of course, try it
   our way, like everyone else has, but to each their own.

          ******* Ersatz Richh parody follows ************

>i harbor so much ripe and perfect <breasts?> loathing for each
>one of you supercilious, <not me; I'm on record at Burroughs Corp. as being
"insouciant"> mysogonistic pricks <NOT SO!  *My* prick is really, genuinely
fond of women>, that i would rather rip my internal reproductive orgrgans out
> <can we have a volunteer from the audience?> and eat them <no one has offered
to eat your external reproductive organs?> than play by your
>rules. <You call THESE "RULES?!"> 
>
>
>  so that's the setup, maggots. <Thank you for taking the time to explain it
 to us, dear.> hit me with your best shots. <Why?  We can just stand idly by
 and watch you torture and maim yourself.  It's worked well so far.>  we will
>see who is triumphant in the end.   <No doubt we will.  And thanks for
playing.  Don Pardo, tell her what she's won.  And do Fuck Off (tm).>
>
>					sioux samarasinghe 


    - Larry Huntley (going home for the weekend; I'll pick this up
			on Monday...)
-- 
         (larryh@lmc.com)         | I'm going to the love-in to sit
     Logic Modeling Corporation   |    and play my bongos in the dirt.
          Beaverton,  OR          |        - "Flower Punk", Frank Zappa
From: dmccart@gomez.intel.com (D. J. McCarthy)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: Re: NEWBIE ALERT
Date: 15 Dec 92 03:11:53 GMT
Followup-To: misc.test
Distribution: na
Organization: Intel ASTG, Santa Clara, CA
X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.1 PL8]

susan samarasinghe (ssamaras@scott.skidmore.edu) wrote:






> 				*kisses*

> 					the intrepid sioux



	The first thing that I noticed about this post was its format.
The first thing I thought after noticing the format, but before
actually reading it, was "I wonder why Blair posted an empty article?"


					-DJ
					 "Sorry, Blair."
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
From: ilana@kiowa.scd.ucar.edu (Ilana)
Subject: Electricity II
Organization: NCAR/UCAR
Date: Tue, 15 Dec 1992 17:16:33 GMT

I never gave much thought to what happened when I flipped a light switch
or plugged in the coffee grinder.  Electricity was just in the walls
somewhere, somehow.  Now I can't look at an electric outlet without
imagining the tracery of wires behind the walls, the junction boxes like
spiders in the ceiling.  Angels in the architecture, indeed.  Touch the
switch, and the light turns on.

-- 
/\    "I'm only a human girl person.  I ain't always perfect."--Rambling Rose
  \_][ <--NCAR Ilana Stern dod#009 r.b. cliff swallow ilana@ncar.ucar.edu    
      \______________________________________________________________________
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From: gooley@netcom.com (Mark. Gooley)
Subject: a wee secular Christmas story
Organization: Netcom Online Communications Services (408-241-9760 login: guest)
Date: Sun, 20 Dec 1992 22:51:03 GMT

	He had just been fired as the Burns' Department Store Santa.
The manager had almost yanked off his Santa beard when he protested that
the entire costume was his own.  He took out a bottle of cheap whiskey
and, sitting down on an icy concrete step in the alley behind the store,
treated himself to a mouthful.
	"Santa!" said a squeaky, almost childish voice.  He looked to
his right, where the voice had come from, and a small, androgynous-looking
elf in bright red and green, with ruddy cheeks and realistic-looking
pointed ears, came into view.  "We've been looking everywhere for you!
We need you!  How could you have gone off without telling us, just like
that?"
	"I'm sorry," he found himself saying.  "Sometimes the state of
the world gets to me: I need to spend some time away."
	"Not a moment to lose!" said the elf, helping him up.  "You've
got to get back to the North Pole and get things ready!  And Mrs. Claus
will be so relieved!  You know how worried she gets."
	They walked towards the end of the alley from which the elf had
come.  "Mrs. Claus should know me by now," he said, again not knowing
why he said it.  He tugged absently at his beard, and somehow it seemed
natural that it was rooted to his face.  The padding that made him properly
plump had become very comfortable, and he felt at his midriff and found it
naturally fat, not falsely padded at all.  It all seemed so right, somehow.
Then they emerged from the alley.
	A magnificent sleigh with eight reindeer, several jubilant elves on
or about it, waited just ahead and slightly to the right.  The elves looked
like familiar old friends -- he knew their names.  He _was_ Santa Claus,
he felt.
	Suddenly there was a crushing, horrible pain in his chest, a pain
that shot up one arm.  He collapsed, and was dead moments after he struck
the ground.
	The elves rushed over to him with sorrowful keening cries.  They
realized that they could do nothing for him.  "I told him that he should
get in shape," said a pretty and definitely female elf between her tears,
"but he never listened."

Mark., ho ho ho
gooley@netcom.com
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From: cliftonr@netcom.com (Pope Clifton)
Subject: short shameful confession
Organization: t.b, t.p.d, & a.d
X-Newsreader: Tin 1.1 PL5
Date: Sun, 13 Dec 1992 08:36:14 GMT

I bought the Weekly World News because I couldn't resist
the cover with the rip-off of Magritte's fish-woman.  Then I 
read the whole thing including most of the ads.  

Now I have seen my calling in life.  I want to quit my job and 
write for the Weekly World News.  

If my imagination fails me, I will simply plagiarize from 
Usenet.  Several articles could have been lifted straight from t.b.
"Naked Guy" - check.  "MIG-21s for sale" - check.  "Gays in army" - check.

  -- Clifton
--
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"Have a revelation, the first one's free/Soon to be addicted to eternity" - HMR
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From: gooley@netcom.com (Mark. Gooley)
Subject: Re: help
Organization: Netcom - Online Communication Services  (408 241-9760 guest) 
Date: Sun, 13 Dec 1992 18:54:48 GMT

In article <1992Dec13.015902.6597@penet.fi> an2656@anon.penet.fi writes:
>im looking for a anonymous posting number. could u please send me on
>thanks
>rww53896@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu
>
>-------------------------------------------------------------------------
>To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi.
>Please note you _don't_ have to have an anon id to receive anonymous mail!
>To see how your anonymized message would appear, mail it to test@anon.penet.fi

There's just something about uxa.cso.uiuc.edu that causes this sort of thing.

Mark., sorry, Ben
gooley@netcom.com
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
From: carasso@Turing.ORG (Roger Carasso)
Subject: Re: Ferret harnesses
Organization: The Turing Project, Public Access Internet Host
Date: Wed, 16 Dec 1992 01:41:54 GMT

IN REC.PETS 
)garvey@skybridge.SCL.CWRU.Edu (Heather Garvey) writes:
)
)	My Chelsea started out with a 10" cat harness and has just recently
)graduated to a 12". They're the harnesses with one neck collar and a strip
)connecting it to a similar waist collar. (Looks like a capital 'I' when
)laid out flat) The 12" fits her neck comfortably, while the waist is
)more than ample. (I'm not sure what the measurement 12" means. Her neck's
)not *that* fat; she's still a young nipper.) 
				     ^^^^^^
IS IT JUST ME, 				AND SHE'S EVEN JAPANESE!
OR IS IT GETTING HOT IN HERE?


carasso,
rainbows am i
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From: boutell@isis.cshl.org (Tom Boutell)
Subject: Re: missed opportunities
Organization: Cold Spring Harbor Labs
Date: Wed, 16 Dec 1992 23:10:58 GMT

My guess is that Carasso wrote this, decided it was pretty good,
and decided he didn't want it to wind up in somebody's killfile.

Given that it *was* pretty good, I don't really mind.

-T

-- 
Tom Boutell, boutell@cshl.org

Clausthaler is the best non - alcoholic beer in the known universe.
From: grendel@csd4.csd.uwm.edu (The Crow of Desperation)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: Re: guns
Date: 14 Dec 1992 22:03:46 GMT
Organization: The Church of Pat
NNTP-Posting-Host: 129.89.7.4

In article <MJD.92Dec14025838@saul.cis.upenn.edu> mjd@saul.cis.upenn.edu ("[*] Mr. Wow") writes:
*In article <1992Dec14.041718.14831@ns1.cc.lehigh.edu> btb4@ns1.cc.lehigh.edu (BRADLEY T BRAUN) writes:
*>   In article <6028@rosie.NeXT.COM>, burkhold@next.com (Thomas Burkholder) writes:
*>   >Guns?  Guns don't kill people- it's those damn bullets!
*>   Nope - it's MUCH older than that.
*
*It was coined by Augustus J. Peabody, who later went on to achieve fame
*and fortune as the inventor of dirt.
*
*Right, Lippert?

Actually, his name was Arthur, but that's close enough.

And he preferred the term "topsoil"; Dirt(tm) is the brand name of a
certain type of topsoil.  Kind of like Kleenex(tm) or Band-Aids(tm).


Mark "I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried" Lippert 
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
From: csuley@cs.cornell.edu (Christopher Suley)
Subject: short shameful, sorrowful confession
Organization: Cornell Univ. CS Dept, Ithaca NY 14853
Date: Tue, 15 Dec 1992 20:12:20 GMT

I'm going home for Christmas break tomorrow, so I was deleting some old
files from my account.  My dead.article file was over 100k, and most of
it was aborted talk.bizarre posts.  And each one of them deserved to be
deleted and forgotten.

Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
From: caz@owlnet.rice.edu (HWRNMNBSOL)
Subject: Re: Bad News
Keywords: godh00d
Organization: Rice University
Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1992 06:50:26 GMT

In article <1992Dec17.045627.2317@organpipe.uug.arizona.edu>, corleyj@helium.gas.uug.arizona.edu (Jason D Corley ) writes:
|> In article <1got6mINNhjr@girtab.usc.edu> echeverr@scf.usc.edu (5150) writes:
|> >In article <1992Dec16.080743.1866@wetware.com> mlegare@wetware.com (Dr. Robert (BoB) Tech) writes:
|> >>If you're reading this right now, you're a God.  
|> >>Right Now.  Officially. 
|> >>I suppose most of you are going to laugh this off,
|> >>but I really would recommend nailing down Your 
|> >>Place In The Pantheon soon.  I suggest you pick one
|> >>specific thing and stick with it, instead of trying
|> >>to be Everything To Everyone, like those Greek Gods.
|> >
|> 
|> In that case, I want to be the God of Small Scaly Creatures With
|> Yellow Eyes.  I know it's not a popular job, but it must be done
|> if the Hundred Men of The Field are to be stopped.  Build it and
|> They Will Come in their jeans.

Dibs!  I want to be the patron of rednecks and deer hunters.  My symbol is
the Remington Bolt-Action; My mantra is 'Jest a pinch a'tween yer cheek
'n gum'.  Offical colors are khaki and gunmetal, and the holy day starts
at about 3 AM on Friday -- preferably on a dewy morning on the edge of
an oak stand.  

Devout worshippers bring offerings of dressed-out backstraps to my holy
temple, which is my garage.  There they steep their sacrifices in a light
marinade of beer, cloves, garlic, salsa, and chili sauce, and then throw
them on a charcoal grille.  They are cooked until they are a deep, blushing
pink in the center, and are eaten with homemade barbeque sauce and a little
cole slaw.  The God Himself devours only the choicest cuts, and rewards the
lucky devotee with His famous venison chili recipie.

In Bizarrenarok, HWRNMNBSOL will fight on the side of the Gods who are
against gun control.
-- 
HWRNMNBSOL
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From: gooley@netcom.com (Mark. Gooley)
Subject: you must remember thish
Organization: Netcom Online Communications Services (408-241-9760 login: guest)
Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1992 16:06:11 GMT

You must remember thish
A knish is just a knish
A pie is just a pie...

And when two lovers screw
They don't say, "I fuck you"
On that you can rely...


Mark., as slime goes by
gooley@netcom.com
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From: croth@scott.skidmore.edu (catherine roth)
Subject: a talk.bizarre thank you
Organization: Skidmore College, Saratoga Springs NY
Date: Tue, 15 Dec 1992 01:58:29 GMT

to all of you who embraced sioux and myself with open arms and hate
mail:

thank you.  it's good to know someone cares.  you reactions, whatever
they may have been, are so special to us.  you all have a special
place in our hearts.  happy holidays!

                                                  catherine roth
From: sho@bohr.physics.purdue.edu (Sho Kuwamoto)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: work
Date: 18 Dec 92 19:54:18 GMT
Organization: Purdue University Physics Department

As some of you already know, a certain aerospace company out
here in SoCal hires me every time I come out to visit my
parents.  I guess they keep hiring me because i can write
code quickly.

Now then.  Here is the problem.  They've hired me yet again,
have given me a firm deadline, but haven't told me what to
do.  Or rather, they've been extremely vague.

"We have this code that does blah blah blah.  We need to do
a product demo in a week.  We want you to think about it,
and see if you can come up with any improvements.  We'll pay
you a hillion jillion dollars."

So I've been sitting here for the past few days alternately
reading news and feeling guilty.  I mean, with all the
layoffs around here, it hardly seems fair.  Every once in a
while, I come up with an idea, and they seem happy.

It was so much easier before.  "Write us something to do
<x>," they would say.  "Ok, give me a week," I'd reply.
"Wow," they'd say, "that's fast."  And in two days, I'd have
their code done for them.

If I wanted to sit around, do nothing, and feel guilty, I
could have just stayed at school and procrastinated about my
thesis. 

-Sho
--
sho@physics.purdue.edu
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From: boutell@isis.cshl.org (Tom Boutell)
Subject: Young Women
Organization: Cold Spring Harbor Labs
Date: Mon, 14 Dec 1992 23:56:56 GMT

Young women, in my simple heterosexual experience, have ways of 
accomplishing things. 

One of those ways of accomplishing things is to call upon the most 
convenient available concierge, namely, one of the men they refuse to sleep 
with. Calling on one of the men they *do* sleep with is a less efficient
tactic.

This order of things changes after college. After college there are
a lot of letters in the Village Voice "Problem Lady" column, which is
written by Cynthia Heimel, one of my girlfriend's role models, saying
things along the lines of "so I've got this boyfriend -- boy howdy
do I like the sound of that word, I'll say it again, 'boyfriend', 
at 32, hurrah -- but he's actually a complete asshole, what should
I do," and Cynthia says "don't be such a wimp, dearie," with which
I heartily agree. Women in a state of desperation. Presumably
a state most collegiate males would move to, if they could.

But it's odd, it's a strange development, it's something that, in my 
simple heterosexual experience, is terribly unfamiliar -- talking 
to male friends and finding myself in need of a word for that set of 
female associates that can only be honestly defined in my unregenerate 
soul as "the women I refuse to sleep with."

So this sounds like a wonderful thing, it sounds really splendid,
at least from my simple male heterosexual white anglo - saxon
ex - protestant - pagan uninformed macho perspective. But in practice
it's not such a wonderful thing, because it starts to occur to
me that there are some pretty good reasons why the women I refer to
are "the women I refuse to sleep with," and that in college I 
would have been ready, willing, able and financially underprepared
but nonetheless willing to do so anyway, and I wonder why I was
so dismayingly willing, in all-too-rarely-tested theory, at least.

Then again, they're willing now, for similar, if different,
hormonal reasons. Maybe it's a grudge match.

-T

Don't mind me, I'm actually much too happy to live

-- 
Tom Boutell, boutell@cshl.org

Clausthaler is the best non - alcoholic beer in the known universe.
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From: thoth@uiuc.edu (Ben Cox)
Subject: Re: Bad News
Originator: ben@ipoint
Reply-To: thoth@uiuc.edu (Ben Cox)
Organization: Ancient Illuminated Sears of Bavaria
Date: Wed, 16 Dec 1992 15:35:46 GMT

mlegare@wetware.com (Dr. Robert (BoB) Tech) writes:

>Get your submissions in quick.  First come, first
>ascended.  Any discrepancies will be settled by
>the followers - which is usually the case in these
>things anyway.

I hereby lay claim to throne of Internalized Violent Hatred.

As Thor wielded his hammer, my weapon will hate music.  Music which
harbors an ill will that can be felt, under the surface, rippling with
undercurrents of malice.

--
Ben Cox, festering ball of hatred for the next several years
thoth@uiuc.edu (and I ain't talkin' 'bout no NIN either)
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From: cliftonr@netcom.com (Pope Clifton)
Subject: Re: Simpsons Quote Program
Organization: t.b, t.p.d, & a.d
X-Newsreader: Tin 1.1 PL5
Date: Tue, 15 Dec 1992 20:39:22 GMT

Andrew Baker Glazier (glazier@isr.harvard.edu) wrote:
: Just wanted to tell you all that at ftp.cs.widener.edu 
:                                  in pub/swbaker/simpsons 
: there is a ZIPped IBM program called "Simp.Exe" which will randomly display
: one of about 500 quotes from the show when run. 'index' in the same dir is
: a list of other files there

   Thank you very much.
   The Simpsons are not bizarre.
   Have a loathesome day.

(Writing haiku was never this much fun in school.  I think I'm going to
look up the syllabic rules for tanka this evening.  We might as well all 
extend our range a bit.)
  -- Clifton

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"Have a revelation, the first one's free/Soon to be addicted to eternity" - HMR
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From: cliftonr@netcom.com (Pope Clifton)
Subject: Re: ex
Organization: t.b, t.p.d, & a.d
X-Newsreader: Tin 1.1 PL5
Date: Fri, 18 Dec 1992 23:24:59 GMT

St Theresa of the Net (terri@csd4.csd.uwm.edu) wrote:
: Otters sure can swim.  I bought an otter and i named him tim.
: baby, when i die.  I wanna be an otter.
: 
: Otters, they don't work.
: but you'd never call an otter a jerk.
: SOME PEOPLE WOULD BE BETTER TO JUST SHUT UP AND LURK.
: I wanna be an otter.
: 

  I want to go around singing this all day.  I need a tune
to sing this to, and I need more lyrics so that I can change the
words JUST when everyone in the office is about to go mad 
from the repetition.  Otters rock.

  In other news, Vogue had an article on Mark Morris, who 
directed and choreographed 'The Hard Nut.'  It said that he
had choreographed a ballet for the Belgian national ballet
troupe to music by the Violent Femmes.  I desperately want
to see that ballet.
  -- Clifton

--
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Clifton Royston, Pope of the Church of the Subgenius in Paradise
"Have a revelation, the first one's free/Soon to be addicted to eternity" - HMR
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From: rwd4f@poe.acc.Virginia.EDU (Rob Dobson)
Subject: Under the halogen lamps
Organization: University of Virginia
Date: Sat, 19 Dec 1992 00:57:06 GMT


under the halogen lamps, everything looks just a little different.
complexions change just a shade, just a shade, enough to throw off the
most well-planned make up scheme. under the halogen lights, plants,
mysterious plants, born of seeds not found here on earth, sprout from
the pates of all present. look, over there, his head has detached from
his body, and it is floating through the room at eye level, saying
'bubble bubble bubble'. but over in the corner, no one notices the sixty
year old woman who is crying softly to herself.
From: dmccart@gomez.intel.com (D. J. McCarthy)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: Classification angst
Keywords: angst and angst... what is angst?
Date: 12 Dec 92 03:29:42 GMT
Distribution: na
Organization: Intel ASTG, Santa Clara, CA
X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.1 PL8]


	My angst, after reading the T.B Boardgame rules, comes from not
truly knowing whether I'm a cave newt or an oldbie.

Arguments in favor of "oldbie" status
-------------------------------------
	- been reading since it was net.bizarre
	- have been invited to a FAX.BOB
	- had terri sit in my lap in the passenger seat of an MR2
	- miss Mark Ethan Smith
	- have successfully set up my own news server
	- am not in anyone's killfile, as far as I know
	- have not been tricked into posting to misc.test
	- sometimes wish I had stayed a lurker


Arguments in favor of "cave newt" status
----------------------------------------
	- didn't go to the FAX.BOB I was invited to
	- am not in cj's "preferred" file
	- like reading Carasso
	- work at same company as Blair
	- still go by my initials
	- post mainly followups in t.b
	- have a quote by K*nt in my revolving .signature
	- let things like this classification question give me angst



Readers who don't know who Mark Ethan Smith was need not respond.
--
D. J. McCarthy (dmccart@gomez.intel.com)
"You can go into a record store and buy a slice of my soul; why would you want
to see my pork flop around on stage?"
                                                        --Andy Partridge of XTC
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
From: mrx@sgi.com (cloaking the constant k)
Subject: Re: Starcap'n Ra's t.b Christmas list
Organization: the theory that jack built
Date: Wed, 16 Dec 92 01:21:54 GMT

ra@asuvax.eas.asu.edu (Starcap'n Ra) writes:

>        A one-day clothes shopping spree with mrx and sho
>            as my personal clothing consultants


i recommend the lead-lined body suit with
reflective visor, respirator, and prosthetic
grips...

		mr x

		expensive yes, but
                it's in your colors
From: gj@prg.oxford.ac.uk (Sibyl Waugh)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: observations of my fellow victims
Date: 16 Dec 92 02:07:13 GMT
Organization: The Oxford Centre for Higher Satisfactions and Upper Floors
X-Mailer: mail-news 2.0.3

Never make love on loose dry sand.
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
From: phadrus@leland.Stanford.EDU (Neil A Evans)
Subject: Bizzare fact about college
Keywords: Meat, I need meat.  And perhaps a fruitbat 
Organization: DSG, Stanford University, CA 94305, USA
Date: Tue, 15 Dec 92 20:47:50 GMT

To be an _English_ major here at Stanford, you have to be proficient in a foreign language...a stronger level of proficiency than needed just to satisfy university graudating requirements.  HELLO, STANFORD!!  The major is ENGLISH!!

    sorry, had to get that out of my system

    Neil
 

    "well, well let's get on with it..."  J.P. Sartre
From: grendel@csd4.csd.uwm.edu (The Crow of Desperation)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: Re: short shameful afterbirth
Date: 19 Dec 1992 22:01:10 GMT
Organization: The Church of Pat
NNTP-Posting-Host: 129.89.7.4

JANE "Stop this crazy thing" HORVATH writes:
*how fucking original.  in all my life, nobody else has ever made a
*'see jane..' association with my name. (note the sarcasm)
*i'm still waiting for someone to mention tarzan.

Damn, there goes the Jetsons parody I was working on....


Mark "His daughter's live-in lover" Lippert 
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
From: gooley@netcom.com (Mark. Gooley)
Subject: Re: ex
Organization: Netcom Online Communications Services (408-241-9760 login: guest)
Date: Fri, 18 Dec 1992 03:45:48 GMT

In article <1992Dec17.015742.2876@cnsvax.uwec.edu> hirschgm@cnsvax.uwec.edu writes:
>Pictionary can be a strange game.  How many people do you know who think
>helicopters have chicken feet growing out of the back?  Needless to say, we
>lost.
>
>					--Joachim

					Gesundheit!
Mark., had to do it just once
gooley@netcom.com

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