From: gblock@csd4.csd.uwm.edu (Gregory R Block)
Subject: Re: Heh heh (was Re: Huh? (was Re: Hah! (was Re: Huh?)))
Organization: University of Wisconsin - Milwaukee
Date: Sat, 29 Aug 1992 05:57:51 GMT

barrett@cup.portal.com (Dave - Silon) writes:
: OK Gleeep.  You win - my higher brain functions have
: flat-lined and my willpower has reverted to the third
: trimester.  I am expecting a relentless succubus to arrive

Nice try, Gleeep, you middle-aged sack of mouldy, decayed afterbirth.
If you can break away from your nightly rounds of bestiality long
enough to post a sorry excuse for a joke like that, you must have been
born 8 months premature.  It's a shame you didn't survive childbirth,
you know.  I'm sure you would have been something fun to tape to the
walls of the school with duct tape.  I think even the nerds might
enjoy picking on you, you sorry excuse for an organism.  If you were
any lower in the food chain, you'd be eaten by the fungus growing in
that rotted skull of yours.

It must be a constant full moon out.  It's the only thing that
explains something as deranged and obviously lacking in mental
capacity as yourself making it all the way across the street.  Then
again, it's possible you didn't make it.  You're probably a spineless
invertebrate with a small ganglia and a distributed nervous system.

I'll bet there's a big blank mark on your driver's license.  Probably
shattered that camera into a million pieces when that shutter opened.
That film just bubbled out of that camera, smoking like a well-paid
hooker.  It's all for the better, I'm sure.  Living people who catch a
glimpse of your corpse-like flesh scream in horror, their eyes
liquefying and running down their terrified little faces like gelatin
under a heat lamp.  You're so ugly that when you cry, your tears go up
the back of your head-your ugliness prevents them from ever running
down your face.  Your parents hated you so much they bought you a
lobotomy for your first birthday.  They bought you a paper bag to wear
over your head for the second, of course.

Of course, that didn't last.  That burned away like dry grass in a
brushfire.  They could have locked you in a tower in an iron mask and
it wouldn't have made a difference.  That mask would melt off within
minutes of being in the same room with you, and you could have jumped
out of a hundred story window--all you'd have to do is look at the
ground and you'd stop in mid air.  Not even gravity wants to get near
that face of yours.

I advise you succumb to the wills of Dan, he's at least one up on
you--he hasn't been in shock therapy for the last twelve years, unlike
you.  You're probably the one thing the Borg wouldn't want to
assimilate, you know.  You've got no hope.  Dan, the Powers that Are
BLAZEMONGER Inc., and I will cleave your black heart from your busom
and leave your corpse for all of .advocacy to devour.

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