XPost: alt.usenet.kooks, alt.politics.homosexuality, alt.atheism   
   From: invalid@invalid.invalid   
      
   Nomen Nescio, ye wanton stern untutored churl, the wicked fires of lust   
   have melted thou in thine own grease, ye sighed:   
      
   >> Guillaume Ier de Normandie, ye fly-covered paraquito, ye are a sort   
   >> of man whose visage does cream and mantle like a standing pond, ye   
   >> drooled:   
      
   >>> //snip//   
   >>   
   >> So, tell me, Emerson, how does it feel to be so resoundingly beaten   
   >> into a blubbering emotional pulp without your sexuality ever once   
   >> entering the argument?   
   >   
   > That's a good question, how does it feel Emmie?   
      
    ...like a one-legged amputee who's just had his crutch kicked out from   
   under him, though I dare say he won't admit it.   
      
   --   
   alt.usenet.kooks   
   "We are arrant knaves all, believe none of us."   
   Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 1 [129]   
      
   Hammer of Thor: February 2007.   
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   September 2005, April 2006, January 2007, August 2008.   
   Barbara Woodhouse Memorial Dog Whistle, Official owner   
   and trainer of Bucky Breeder, August 2008.   
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   Find me on Google Maps: 24°39'47.13"S, 134°4'20.18"E   
      
   Join me for dinner. I'm cooking dead dead animals accentuated with dead   
   penis inside imperfect horse flies and corn conserve with washed-up   
   offal aside hateful gnats and caribou nerve conserve accentuated with   
   washed-up sloth cyst and marsh antelope skin dressing, cooked in a   
   gurgling pot stuffed with watery chunks of pepper and offal in rotting   
   conch sauce, a side of chips and a glass of emulsified sweat and grease   
   from the chef's forehead.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)