From: 002111m@ace.acadiau.ca (SCOTT BORDEN MACDONALD)
Subject: Ways to say Barff....
Summary: Don't blame me!
Organization: Acadia University
Date: Tue, 10 Nov 1992 17:45:37 GMT

To:       KRIS MaCCall
Subject:  HEY KRIS
	6 Nov 92 16:04:54

Where the hell are ya ???

Where the Hell are Ya ???

Where the Hell are ya ???

well I'm not gonna sit around and wait for you to answer if your
gonna be that way !!!

GOOD BYE,

Fine Don't answer,
See if I give an excrement.



See if I actually give a sweet flying puck, see I I could care, see
if you are worth a pile of anal discharge, see if you don't just make
me drive the porcelin bus, see if You make me spew, vomit, engage in
reverse parastalisis, talk with ralf, exhale liquid, substance yawn,
blow chuncks, power spew, chuck my cookies, have an upheaval of
sustenance particles originating in the stomach carrying through the
oral spout, see if I spout liquid meat, technicolor yawn, creat my
own chunky soup that I can eat with a fork or a spoon, whatever I go
damn well please, see if I don't just, honk my lunch, hawk a high
volume luggie, have a productive stomach cough, belch with a little
too much enthusiasm, hiccup just a little too often and too hard, do
the oral rebroadcast of the days entres, distribute second hand food
to the members of my immediate company, make a liquid donation to the
local food bank, make a large withdrawl from my food bank,
have a bad case of reverse digestion, tip myself upsidedown and shit
through the vocal passageway, show a very low tolerance to the
keeping of food in the digestion cavity, play the tuba with too much
effort, create a high pressure zone in my stomach and then let it
find the release point, allow myself to be an active human volcano
that spews out hot running "lava", engage in massive regergitation,
try that taste test thing one more time for good measure, re-evaluate
the quality of the Boston Prime steak that I enjoyed for lunch
yesterday, just go ahead, and try, see how far you get. You'll just
see that I won't be too concerned if I decide that lunch was too big,
and I need someone else to digest it for me, see that I couldn't
contain my chunks, that I have a bad case of esophogastical diarreah,
see that I have diarreah oralisticus, bulah, horff, whuuulahh, a
substance exhalation from the stomach, chunkarama, yahhhhwull,
wuuulllahrrgh, choke on liquid "Line Quisine", have a rejection of T.V.
dinner transplantation, become a member of the "frequent power
coughing club", see how long you last when I puke on your lap, parff
on your face, fail to expend of partailly digested food through the
anal spout, find an alternative way to dispose of unwanted
nurishment, contract my stomach muscles in a manner which projects
its contents out through my mouth, check my tonsils a bit too
closely, puke on your happy face, heave my lunch, release chunks, have a 
major stomach role, to really disgorge, suffer from permanent 
regergitation, do the toilet tango thing, upchuck even !

SEE IF I REALLY GIVE A POOP !!!

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If you have any that you can add to this list please e-mail them to me or 
post them, Kris and I will compile the results and repost them.
Thanks.
Scott.
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dizzy to care."
"I'm brain dead but I try not think about it !!" -Peter Baxter.
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