Discussion:
Be careful who you vote for...
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Caduceus
2008-09-24 10:01:50 UTC
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John, the farmer, was in the fertilized egg business. He had several
hundred young layers (hens), called 'pullets', and ten roosters, whose
job it was to fertilize the eggs.The farmer kept records and any
rooster that didn't perform went into the soup pot and was replaced.
That took an awful lot of his time, so he bought a set of tiny bells
and attached them to his roosters. Each bell had a different tone so
John could tell from a distance, which rooster was performing. Now he
could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report simply by
listening to the bells.The farmer's favorite rooster was old
Butch, a very fine specimen he was, too. But on this particular
morning John noticed old Butch's bell hadn't rung at all! John went
to investigate. The other roosters were chasing pullets,
bells-a-ringing. The pullets, hearing the roosters coming, would run
for cover.But to Farmer John's amazement, old Butch had his bell in
his beak, so it couldn't ring. He'd sneak up on a pullet, fuck her
brains out, and walk on to the next one.John was so proud of old
Butch, he entered him in the RenfrewCounty Fair and he became an
overnight sensation among the judges. The result...The judges not only
awarded old Butch the No Bell Piece Prizebut they awarded him the
Pulletsurprise as well. Clearly old Butch was a politician in the
making: who else but a politician could figure out how to win two of
the most highly coveted awards on our planet by being the best at
sneaking up on the populace and fucking them when they weren't paying
attention. Vote carefully this year...the bells are not always
audible!
Snarky
2008-09-24 11:48:44 UTC
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On Wed, 24 Sep 2008 04:01:50 -0600, Caduceus wrote these lies, denials,
Post by Caduceus
John, the farmer, was in the fertilized egg business. He had several
hundred young layers (hens), called 'pullets', and ten roosters, whose job
it was to fertilize the eggs.The farmer kept records and any rooster that
didn't perform went into the soup pot and was replaced. That took an awful
lot of his time, so he bought a set of tiny bells and attached them to his
roosters. Each bell had a different tone so John could tell from a
distance, which rooster was performing. Now he could sit on the porch and
fill out an efficiency report simply by listening to the bells.The
farmer's favorite rooster was old Butch, a very fine specimen he was, too.
But on this particular morning John noticed old Butch's bell hadn't rung
at all! John went to investigate. The other roosters were chasing
pullets, bells-a-ringing. The pullets, hearing the roosters coming, would
run for cover.But to Farmer John's amazement, old Butch had his bell in
his beak, so it couldn't ring. He'd sneak up on a pullet, fuck her brains
out, and walk on to the next one.John was so proud of old Butch, he
entered him in the RenfrewCounty Fair and he became an overnight sensation
among the judges. The result...The judges not only awarded old Butch the
No Bell Piece Prizebut they awarded him the Pulletsurprise as well.
Clearly old Butch was a politician in the making: who else but a
politician could figure out how to win two of the most highly coveted
awards on our planet by being the best at sneaking up on the populace and
fucking them when they weren't paying attention. Vote carefully this
year...the bells are not always audible!
I won't be voting Conservative, that's for damn sure...Not Liberal,
either.
--
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Hey, Aggie! Does this sound familiar?
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"Marcella proves once again that she's an ignorant racist bigot." -- OK,
what race are Greeks, again? Aggie's so much more knowledgeable than I
about that sort of thing. Message-ID:
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"It could be several." -- Aggie answers marc_CH's question about which
drugs Jamaican athletes such as Powell and Bolt have been taking.
Message-ID: <***@eclipse.net.uk>

"Only athletes on drugs win meddles. [...]

"And the funny thing is the Greek weightlifters were not winning meddles
even while on drugs. Clearly every single weightlifter that beat a Greek
weightlifter was taking more drugs than they were." -- Yeah, that's the
ticket, Aggie! Message-ID:
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Hatchetmama
2008-09-24 20:08:05 UTC
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Post by Snarky
On Wed, 24 Sep 2008 04:01:50 -0600, Caduceus wrote these lies, denials,
Post by Caduceus
John, the farmer, was in the fertilized egg business. He had several
hundred young layers (hens), called 'pullets', and ten roosters, whose job
it was to fertilize the eggs.The farmer kept records and any rooster that
didn't perform went into the soup pot and was replaced. That took an awful
lot of his time, so he bought a set of tiny bells and attached them to his
roosters. Each bell had a different tone so John could tell from a
distance, which rooster was performing. Now he could sit on the porch and
fill out an efficiency report simply by listening to the bells.The
farmer's favorite rooster was old Butch, a very fine specimen he was, too.
But on this particular morning John noticed old Butch's bell hadn't rung
at all! John went to investigate. The other roosters were chasing
pullets, bells-a-ringing. The pullets, hearing the roosters coming, would
run for cover.But to Farmer John's amazement, old Butch had his bell in
his beak, so it couldn't ring. He'd sneak up on a pullet, fuck her brains
out, and walk on to the next one.John was so proud of old Butch, he
entered him in the RenfrewCounty Fair and he became an overnight sensation
among the judges. The result...The judges not only awarded old Butch the
No Bell Piece Prizebut they awarded him the Pulletsurprise as well.
Clearly old Butch was a politician in the making: who else but a
politician could figure out how to win two of the most highly coveted
awards on our planet by being the best at sneaking up on the populace and
fucking them when they weren't paying attention. Vote carefully this
year...the bells are not always audible!
I won't be voting Conservative, that's for damn sure...Not Liberal,
either.
I'm voting for Ted Nugent.
--
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Snarky
2008-09-25 07:30:52 UTC
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On Wed, 24 Sep 2008 16:08:05 -0400, Hatchetmama wrote these lies, denials,
Post by Hatchetmama
Post by Snarky
On Wed, 24 Sep 2008 04:01:50 -0600, Caduceus wrote these lies, denials,
Post by Caduceus
John, the farmer, was in the fertilized egg business. He had several
hundred young layers (hens), called 'pullets', and ten roosters, whose
job it was to fertilize the eggs.The farmer kept records and any
rooster that didn't perform went into the soup pot and was replaced.
That took an awful lot of his time, so he bought a set of tiny bells
and attached them to his roosters. Each bell had a different tone so
John could tell from a distance, which rooster was performing. Now he
could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report simply by
listening to the bells.The farmer's favorite rooster was old Butch, a
very fine specimen he was, too.
But on this particular morning John noticed old Butch's bell hadn't rung
at all! John went to investigate. The other roosters were chasing
pullets, bells-a-ringing. The pullets, hearing the roosters coming,
would run for cover.But to Farmer John's amazement, old Butch had his
bell in his beak, so it couldn't ring. He'd sneak up on a pullet, fuck
her brains out, and walk on to the next one.John was so proud of old
Butch, he entered him in the RenfrewCounty Fair and he became an
overnight sensation among the judges. The result...The judges not only
awarded old Butch the No Bell Piece Prizebut they awarded him the
Pulletsurprise as well. Clearly old Butch was a politician in the
making: who else but a politician could figure out how to win two of
the most highly coveted awards on our planet by being the best at
sneaking up on the populace and fucking them when they weren't paying
attention. Vote carefully this year...the bells are not always audible!
I won't be voting Conservative, that's for damn sure...Not Liberal,
either.
I'm voting for Ted Nugent.
My local NDP candidate. Name's unimportant...
--
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Hey, Aggie! Does this sound familiar?
Message-ID: <***@4ax.com>

"Marcella proves once again that she's an ignorant racist bigot." -- OK,
what race are Greeks, again? Aggie's so much more knowledgeable than I
about that sort of thing. Message-ID:
<O-***@eclipse.net.uk>

"It could be several." -- Aggie answers marc_CH's question about which
drugs Jamaican athletes such as Powell and Bolt have been taking.
Message-ID: <***@eclipse.net.uk>

"Only athletes on drugs win meddles. [...]

"And the funny thing is the Greek weightlifters were not winning meddles
even while on drugs. Clearly every single weightlifter that beat a Greek
weightlifter was taking more drugs than they were." -- Yeah, that's the
ticket, Aggie! Message-ID:
<***@eclipse.net.uk>

"Do Usenet posters on drugs not know how to spell 'medals'?" -- They
really don't, marc_CH. Message-ID:
<***@mid.individual.net>

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<***@4ax.com>

"You cognatatively challenged fool!" -- According to Agamemnon, Stephen
Wilson is, apparently, highly ignorant about cognates, and so is anyone
who dares to disagree with him, in Message-ID:
<***@eclipse.net.uk>

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Walking", Torchwood (20/207)
Hatchetmama
2008-09-25 12:11:39 UTC
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Post by Snarky
On Wed, 24 Sep 2008 16:08:05 -0400, Hatchetmama wrote these lies, denials,
Post by Hatchetmama
Post by Snarky
On Wed, 24 Sep 2008 04:01:50 -0600, Caduceus wrote these lies, denials,
Post by Caduceus
John, the farmer, was in the fertilized egg business. He had several
hundred young layers (hens), called 'pullets', and ten roosters, whose
job it was to fertilize the eggs.The farmer kept records and any
rooster that didn't perform went into the soup pot and was replaced.
That took an awful lot of his time, so he bought a set of tiny bells
and attached them to his roosters. Each bell had a different tone so
John could tell from a distance, which rooster was performing. Now he
could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report simply by
listening to the bells.The farmer's favorite rooster was old Butch, a
very fine specimen he was, too.
But on this particular morning John noticed old Butch's bell hadn't rung
at all! John went to investigate. The other roosters were chasing
pullets, bells-a-ringing. The pullets, hearing the roosters coming,
would run for cover.But to Farmer John's amazement, old Butch had his
bell in his beak, so it couldn't ring. He'd sneak up on a pullet, fuck
her brains out, and walk on to the next one.John was so proud of old
Butch, he entered him in the RenfrewCounty Fair and he became an
overnight sensation among the judges. The result...The judges not only
awarded old Butch the No Bell Piece Prizebut they awarded him the
Pulletsurprise as well. Clearly old Butch was a politician in the
making: who else but a politician could figure out how to win two of
the most highly coveted awards on our planet by being the best at
sneaking up on the populace and fucking them when they weren't paying
attention. Vote carefully this year...the bells are not always audible!
I won't be voting Conservative, that's for damn sure...Not Liberal,
either.
I'm voting for Ted Nugent.
My local NDP candidate. Name's unimportant...
Yup. I knows how you roll.
Wanna move with me to Japan?
I was thinkin of it.
--
-HM
mhm 34x19
Smeeter 41
WSD #39.3
SPA Oct02
UFtTA #01
Snarky's Gutter Chix0r #16
alt.usenet.kooks for when plonking is just not enough.
alt.alien.vampire.flonk.flonk.flonk for when life isn't
quite what teh brochure promised.
alt.genius.hatchetmama for when teh new newsgroups come
to stalk you too.
alt.posi... four wen it wudened help enyway
Cardinal Snarky of the Fannish Inquisition
2008-09-25 20:23:57 UTC
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On Thu, 25 Sep 2008 08:11:39 -0400, Hatchetmama sat in thee Comfee Chaire,
Post by Hatchetmama
Post by Snarky
On Wed, 24 Sep 2008 16:08:05 -0400, Hatchetmama wrote these lies,
denials, arrogant assertions, erroneous presuppositions, and/or
Post by Hatchetmama
Post by Snarky
On Wed, 24 Sep 2008 04:01:50 -0600, Caduceus wrote these lies, denials,
Post by Caduceus
John, the farmer, was in the fertilized egg business. He had several
hundred young layers (hens), called 'pullets', and ten roosters,
whose job it was to fertilize the eggs.The farmer kept records and
any rooster that didn't perform went into the soup pot and was
replaced. That took an awful lot of his time, so he bought a set of
tiny bells and attached them to his roosters. Each bell had a
different tone so John could tell from a distance, which rooster was
performing. Now he could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency
report simply by listening to the bells.The farmer's favorite rooster
was old Butch, a very fine specimen he was, too.
But on this particular morning John noticed old Butch's bell hadn't rung
at all! John went to investigate. The other roosters were chasing
pullets, bells-a-ringing. The pullets, hearing the roosters coming,
would run for cover.But to Farmer John's amazement, old Butch had his
bell in his beak, so it couldn't ring. He'd sneak up on a pullet,
fuck her brains out, and walk on to the next one.John was so proud of
old Butch, he entered him in the RenfrewCounty Fair and he became an
overnight sensation among the judges. The result...The judges not
only awarded old Butch the No Bell Piece Prizebut they awarded him
the Pulletsurprise as well. Clearly old Butch was a politician in the
making: who else but a politician could figure out how to win two of
the most highly coveted awards on our planet by being the best at
sneaking up on the populace and fucking them when they weren't paying
attention. Vote carefully this year...the bells are not always audible!
I won't be voting Conservative, that's for damn sure...Not Liberal,
either.
I'm voting for Ted Nugent.
My local NDP candidate. Name's unimportant...
Yup. I knows how you roll.
Wanna move with me to Japan?
I was thinkin of it.
LOL, my Japanese vocabulary is very bad...Plus, a certain lady (who's
not terribly far from you, BTW) would be rather put out if I went that
far.
--
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Post by Snarky
Are you the Peter J Ross that I've heard so much about?
Probably. I'm the one who doesn't resort to forgery after losing an
argument.
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gonna be easily to own them." -- PorchMonkey4Life: Not aware of too many
things. MID: <bf7xh.834$***@trnddc02>

At last! See Joxer The Mity Monkey on camera! Watch him freak out!!


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something incredibly lame out there and I ramming it right back down
your throat. And you wonder how I just did what I did to you. You wonder
how I can make something so lame that you tossed out there so gosh darn
amusing when I fling it back at ya.

"Here's the secret: Unlike you, I am *not* retarded. You're tardness
gets in your way every single time, fagboi.

"Are you still crying over your keyboard, c0ckslurper? Is your mouth
wide open and drool falling out. Is your chunky body convulsing as you
think about how you were once again made a fool of? Are yellow boogie
snots running out of your unnaturally large nose down your triple chins?

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"You never asked someone who goes into areas of the internet that are
only for adults who has an underage id somehow or another if they are a
cop posing as an underage person online?
I guess lots of people just don't watch dateline or read stories much.
Why don;t you go to pervertedjustice,com and see what they do. They are
awash in their self-proclaimed glory after they lied to membners of the
public.
They are awash in their self-proclaimed glory after they posed as an
underage person and agreed to do all sorts of sex acts wioth adult
males, and they are adults posing as teenager themselves. They make
themsleves into liars by falsely impersonating underage persons and by
not fuilfilling the words they tell the victims online in their chats.
Why don't you read it where they tell these victims of their deceit
about how they have been with grown men and such? Why don't you read it
where they say, "That would be cool." after someone makes an advance
towards an adult who is posing as a teenager? And, where they agree to
meet the person, etc.
Lost control, didn't you?
Is that why you feel as if you need to lie so much now? I see where lots
of these false impersonation games are not sticking. They feel as if
they can lie and then order the victims to get counseling in the
gayblade, governmental, pro-choice tax leech counseling centers. They
are doing nothing more than usury and fraud in many cases." -- Wentzky
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Hatchetmama
2008-09-25 20:46:15 UTC
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On Thu, 25 Sep 2008 20:23:57 GMT, Cardinal Snarky of the Fannish
Post by Cardinal Snarky of the Fannish Inquisition
On Thu, 25 Sep 2008 08:11:39 -0400, Hatchetmama sat in thee Comfee Chaire,
Post by Hatchetmama
Post by Snarky
On Wed, 24 Sep 2008 16:08:05 -0400, Hatchetmama wrote these lies,
denials, arrogant assertions, erroneous presuppositions, and/or
Post by Hatchetmama
Post by Snarky
On Wed, 24 Sep 2008 04:01:50 -0600, Caduceus wrote these lies, denials,
Post by Caduceus
John, the farmer, was in the fertilized egg business. He had several
hundred young layers (hens), called 'pullets', and ten roosters,
whose job it was to fertilize the eggs.The farmer kept records and
any rooster that didn't perform went into the soup pot and was
replaced. That took an awful lot of his time, so he bought a set of
tiny bells and attached them to his roosters. Each bell had a
different tone so John could tell from a distance, which rooster was
performing. Now he could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency
report simply by listening to the bells.The farmer's favorite rooster
was old Butch, a very fine specimen he was, too.
But on this particular morning John noticed old Butch's bell hadn't rung
at all! John went to investigate. The other roosters were chasing
pullets, bells-a-ringing. The pullets, hearing the roosters coming,
would run for cover.But to Farmer John's amazement, old Butch had his
bell in his beak, so it couldn't ring. He'd sneak up on a pullet,
fuck her brains out, and walk on to the next one.John was so proud of
old Butch, he entered him in the RenfrewCounty Fair and he became an
overnight sensation among the judges. The result...The judges not
only awarded old Butch the No Bell Piece Prizebut they awarded him
the Pulletsurprise as well. Clearly old Butch was a politician in the
making: who else but a politician could figure out how to win two of
the most highly coveted awards on our planet by being the best at
sneaking up on the populace and fucking them when they weren't paying
attention. Vote carefully this year...the bells are not always audible!
I won't be voting Conservative, that's for damn sure...Not Liberal,
either.
I'm voting for Ted Nugent.
My local NDP candidate. Name's unimportant...
Yup. I knows how you roll.
Wanna move with me to Japan?
I was thinkin of it.
LOL, my Japanese vocabulary is very bad...Plus, a certain lady (who's
not terribly far from you, BTW) would be rather put out if I went that
far.
Ah. Bring her with.
We'll learn.
--
-HM
mhm 34x19
Smeeter 41
WSD #39.3
SPA Oct02
UFtTA #01
Snarky's Gutter Chix0r #16
alt.usenet.kooks for when plonking is just not enough.
alt.alien.vampire.flonk.flonk.flonk for when life isn't
quite what teh brochure promised.
alt.genius.hatchetmama for when teh new newsgroups come
to stalk you too.
alt.posi... four wen it wudened help enyway
Cardinal Snarky of the Fannish Inquisition
2008-09-25 21:04:27 UTC
Permalink
On Thu, 25 Sep 2008 16:46:15 -0400, Hatchetmama sat in thee Comfee Chaire,
Post by Hatchetmama
On Thu, 25 Sep 2008 20:23:57 GMT, Cardinal Snarky of the Fannish
Post by Cardinal Snarky of the Fannish Inquisition
On Thu, 25 Sep 2008 08:11:39 -0400, Hatchetmama sat in thee Comfee
Post by Hatchetmama
Post by Snarky
On Wed, 24 Sep 2008 16:08:05 -0400, Hatchetmama wrote these lies,
denials, arrogant assertions, erroneous presuppositions, and/or
Post by Hatchetmama
Post by Snarky
On Wed, 24 Sep 2008 04:01:50 -0600, Caduceus wrote these lies,
denials, arrogant assertions, erroneous presuppositions, and/or
Post by Caduceus
John, the farmer, was in the fertilized egg business. He had
several hundred young layers (hens), called 'pullets', and ten
roosters, whose job it was to fertilize the eggs.The farmer kept
records and any rooster that didn't perform went into the soup pot
and was replaced. That took an awful lot of his time, so he bought
a set of tiny bells and attached them to his roosters. Each bell
had a different tone so John could tell from a distance, which
rooster was performing. Now he could sit on the porch and fill out
an efficiency report simply by listening to the bells.The farmer's
favorite rooster was old Butch, a very fine specimen he was, too.
But on this particular morning John noticed old Butch's bell hadn't rung
at all! John went to investigate. The other roosters were chasing
pullets, bells-a-ringing. The pullets, hearing the roosters
coming, would run for cover.But to Farmer John's amazement, old
Butch had his bell in his beak, so it couldn't ring. He'd sneak up
on a pullet, fuck her brains out, and walk on to the next one.John
was so proud of old Butch, he entered him in the RenfrewCounty Fair
and he became an overnight sensation among the judges. The
result...The judges not only awarded old Butch the No Bell Piece
Prizebut they awarded him the Pulletsurprise as well. Clearly old
Butch was a politician in the making: who else but a politician
could figure out how to win two of the most highly coveted awards
on our planet by being the best at sneaking up on the populace and
fucking them when they weren't paying attention. Vote carefully
this year...the bells are not always audible!
I won't be voting Conservative, that's for damn sure...Not Liberal,
either.
I'm voting for Ted Nugent.
My local NDP candidate. Name's unimportant...
Yup. I knows how you roll.
Wanna move with me to Japan?
I was thinkin of it.
LOL, my Japanese vocabulary is very bad...Plus, a certain lady (who's not
terribly far from you, BTW) would be rather put out if I went that far.
Ah. Bring her with.
We'll learn.
Actually, you'd have to bring her -- Lower Alabama is very far from moi.
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"Lola Stonewall Riot" is not part of my email addy.
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air conditioning"

Barbara Woodhouse Memorial Dog Whistle
Trainer of PorchMonkey4Life
http://www.screedbomb.info/porchie/
http://www.kookpedia.net/index.php/PorchMonkey4Life

Pierre Salinger Memorial Hook, Line & Sinker, June 2008
Hammer of Thor, July 2008

"Oftentimes people ask me, 'Why is it that you're so focused on helping
the hungry and diseased in strange parts of the world?'" --George W.
Bush, Washington, D.C., April 18, 2008

Things We(TINW) Didn't Need To Know About Icebreaker, #5:
"I expose myself all the time" Message-ID:
<_S_9k.117$***@newsfe06.lga>

"Hey Theophan, I need your help again. Will you please come assist me
again? aggreen is after me again. He has been after me for a year and
counting now. I want you to destroy his character for me. I can't do
it." -- Olympiada: Not too proud to beg for help when it comes to
character assassination, and Mistress of the Bleeding Obvious.
MID: <***@yahoo.com>

"I think we have taken care of the net.KKKopping in alt.gothic. Could
all the kookologists trim alt.gothic from their headers and leave us
alone now? It has gone on long enough. I can take care of myself in there
from here on out. Thanks. I know how to fight off trolls now. Thank you
for the education." -- Olympiada thinks she's had an education, and that
means it's time for those nice kookologists to go away and leave her
sandbox alone now, in MID: <45e330a8$0$16404$***@free.teranews.com>

"Who booby-traps a dead end? That's just not right." -- Cordelia
Post by Hatchetmama
Post by Cardinal Snarky of the Fannish Inquisition
Are you the Peter J Ross that I've heard so much about?
Probably. I'm the one who doesn't resort to forgery after losing an
argument.
"You're the one with the extensive brain damage... okay I see. You're
gonna be easily to own them." -- PorchMonkey4Life: Not aware of too many
things. MID: <bf7xh.834$***@trnddc02>

At last! See Joxer The Mity Monkey on camera! Watch him freak out!!
http://youtu.be/O_WuaENGqz0

"You're just mad that you got tard stomped again fagg0t. You throw
something incredibly lame out there and I ramming it right back down
your throat. And you wonder how I just did what I did to you. You wonder
how I can make something so lame that you tossed out there so gosh darn
amusing when I fling it back at ya.

"Here's the secret: Unlike you, I am *not* retarded. You're tardness
gets in your way every single time, fagboi.

"Are you still crying over your keyboard, c0ckslurper? Is your mouth
wide open and drool falling out. Is your chunky body convulsing as you
think about how you were once again made a fool of? Are yellow boogie
snots running out of your unnaturally large nose down your triple chins?

"Look at what I reduced you too, tard.. I thoroughly enjoy owning and
abusing you.. Thanks for being so tarded and so easy to beat." -- The
PorchMonkey4Life has gone on to re-define red as yellow, black as white,
and being run over by a truck as just a scratch. Message-ID:
<kX3Nh.525$***@trnddc02>

"And no, I did not have sex with my son. But if I did I certainly
wouldn't tell you. Something so beautiful and precious should be kept
private." -- Kathy L. Mosesian, or possibly not really her, confesses
she may be a liar and committer of incest with her own son, in MID:
<***@msgid.frell.theremailer.net>

The reporter asked Colin Powell (or George Bush), "What proof do you
have that Iraq has weapons of mass destruction?"
He replied, "We kept the receipts." -- Bill Hicks

Looney Maroon nominee for August 2006 Johnny D Wentzky foamed:
"You never asked someone who goes into areas of the internet that are
only for adults who has an underage id somehow or another if they are a
cop posing as an underage person online?
I guess lots of people just don't watch dateline or read stories much.
Why don;t you go to pervertedjustice,com and see what they do. They are
awash in their self-proclaimed glory after they lied to membners of the
public.
They are awash in their self-proclaimed glory after they posed as an
underage person and agreed to do all sorts of sex acts wioth adult
males, and they are adults posing as teenager themselves. They make
themsleves into liars by falsely impersonating underage persons and by
not fuilfilling the words they tell the victims online in their chats.
Why don't you read it where they tell these victims of their deceit
about how they have been with grown men and such? Why don't you read it
where they say, "That would be cool." after someone makes an advance
towards an adult who is posing as a teenager? And, where they agree to
meet the person, etc.
Lost control, didn't you?
Is that why you feel as if you need to lie so much now? I see where lots
of these false impersonation games are not sticking. They feel as if
they can lie and then order the victims to get counseling in the
gayblade, governmental, pro-choice tax leech counseling centers. They
are doing nothing more than usury and fraud in many cases." -- Wentzky
almost comes out of the closet as a pedo/ephebophile in MID:
<H%%Eg.28916$***@bignews6.bellsouth.net>

To Whom It May Concern: Michael J. Cranston attorney kook is a stalker
http://www.kookpedia.net/index.php/Michael_J._Cranston
Hatchetmama
2008-09-25 23:28:44 UTC
Permalink
On Thu, 25 Sep 2008 21:04:27 GMT, Cardinal Snarky of the Fannish
Post by Cardinal Snarky of the Fannish Inquisition
On Thu, 25 Sep 2008 16:46:15 -0400, Hatchetmama sat in thee Comfee Chaire,
Post by Hatchetmama
On Thu, 25 Sep 2008 20:23:57 GMT, Cardinal Snarky of the Fannish
Post by Cardinal Snarky of the Fannish Inquisition
On Thu, 25 Sep 2008 08:11:39 -0400, Hatchetmama sat in thee Comfee
Post by Hatchetmama
Post by Snarky
On Wed, 24 Sep 2008 16:08:05 -0400, Hatchetmama wrote these lies,
denials, arrogant assertions, erroneous presuppositions, and/or
Post by Hatchetmama
Post by Snarky
On Wed, 24 Sep 2008 04:01:50 -0600, Caduceus wrote these lies,
denials, arrogant assertions, erroneous presuppositions, and/or
Post by Caduceus
John, the farmer, was in the fertilized egg business. He had
several hundred young layers (hens), called 'pullets', and ten
roosters, whose job it was to fertilize the eggs.The farmer kept
records and any rooster that didn't perform went into the soup pot
and was replaced. That took an awful lot of his time, so he bought
a set of tiny bells and attached them to his roosters. Each bell
had a different tone so John could tell from a distance, which
rooster was performing. Now he could sit on the porch and fill out
an efficiency report simply by listening to the bells.The farmer's
favorite rooster was old Butch, a very fine specimen he was, too.
But on this particular morning John noticed old Butch's bell hadn't rung
at all! John went to investigate. The other roosters were chasing
pullets, bells-a-ringing. The pullets, hearing the roosters
coming, would run for cover.But to Farmer John's amazement, old
Butch had his bell in his beak, so it couldn't ring. He'd sneak up
on a pullet, fuck her brains out, and walk on to the next one.John
was so proud of old Butch, he entered him in the RenfrewCounty Fair
and he became an overnight sensation among the judges. The
result...The judges not only awarded old Butch the No Bell Piece
Prizebut they awarded him the Pulletsurprise as well. Clearly old
Butch was a politician in the making: who else but a politician
could figure out how to win two of the most highly coveted awards
on our planet by being the best at sneaking up on the populace and
fucking them when they weren't paying attention. Vote carefully
this year...the bells are not always audible!
I won't be voting Conservative, that's for damn sure...Not Liberal,
either.
I'm voting for Ted Nugent.
My local NDP candidate. Name's unimportant...
Yup. I knows how you roll.
Wanna move with me to Japan?
I was thinkin of it.
LOL, my Japanese vocabulary is very bad...Plus, a certain lady (who's not
terribly far from you, BTW) would be rather put out if I went that far.
Ah. Bring her with.
We'll learn.
Actually, you'd have to bring her -- Lower Alabama is very far from moi.
YAY! I'll explain it all to her!
We'll have FUN!
--
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alt.alien.vampire.flonk.flonk.flonk for when life isn't
quite what teh brochure promised.
alt.genius.hatchetmama for when teh new newsgroups come
to stalk you too.
alt.posi... four wen it wudened help enyway
Wavy G
2008-09-25 08:03:17 UTC
Permalink
Post by Caduceus
John, the farmer, was in the fertilized egg business. He had several
hundred young layers (hens), called 'pullets', and ten roosters, whose
job it was to fertilize the eggs.The farmer kept records and any
rooster that didn't perform went into the soup pot and was replaced.
That took an awful lot of his time, so he bought a set of tiny bells
and attached them to his roosters. Each bell had a different tone so
John could tell from a distance, which rooster was performing. Now he
could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report simply by
listening to the bells.The farmer's favorite rooster was old
Butch, a very fine specimen he was, too. But on this particular
morning John noticed old Butch's bell hadn't rung at all! John went
to investigate. The other roosters were chasing pullets,
bells-a-ringing. The pullets, hearing the roosters coming, would run
for cover.But to Farmer John's amazement, old Butch had his bell in
his beak, so it couldn't ring. He'd sneak up on a pullet, fuck her
brains out, and walk on to the next one.John was so proud of old
Butch, he entered him in the RenfrewCounty Fair and he became an
overnight sensation among the judges. The result...The judges not only
awarded old Butch the No Bell Piece Prizebut they awarded him the
Pulletsurprise as well. Clearly old Butch was a politician in the
making: who else but a politician could figure out how to win two of
the most highly coveted awards on our planet by being the best at
sneaking up on the populace and fucking them when they weren't paying
attention. Vote carefully this year...the bells are not always
audible!
This post would have been funnier if it had contained proper spacing and
punctuation, it was shorter and more concise, and it ended on the
punchline rather than turning into a lengthy and sniffley political
diatribe.

Oh, wait a minute. No it wouldn't. I'm just thinking it through in my
head, and it's still a mess. Sorry to get your hopes up like that.

Love,
Wavy G
--
"Wavy G, you are a crappy person."
--My friend "Bobo Bonobo" sums up my
personality in won (1) concise sentence.
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