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   XPost: alt.alien.vampire.flonk.flonk.flonk, alt.snuh, alt.astrology   
   XPost: sci.psychology.psychotherapy, alt.auktards.spank-spank-spank,   
   alt.fan.prettyboy   
   From: jasonzc@yahoo.com   
      
   Fred Hall wrote in news:e04nt8$o7u$3   
   @blackhelicopter.databasix.com:   
      
   > On 25 Mar 2006 23:33:56 GMT, Rasta Khan   
   > wrote:   
   >   
   >>± wrote in   
   >>news:4425D1C0.E42E94A9@hotmail.com:   
   >>   
   >>> Aratzio wrote:   
   >>>>   
   >>>> All must wave farewell to another member of the Empire.   
   >>>>   
   >>>> After a long battle with Snuhtarditus alt.flame died yesterday in its   
   >>>> sleep. The newsfroup's cause of death was listed as Cleere's   
   >>>> Bloviation Syndrome.   
   >>>>   
   >>>> There will be a pedantic eulogy given by Ari the Fish, er, Finn and a   
   >>>> memorial hysterical meltdown by Jet the Whiner. All other members of   
   >>>> alt.flame were unavailable for comment, as usual.   
   >>>>   
   >>>> The newsfroup is survived by its owner alt.usenet.kooks and its   
   >>>> parent alt.alien.vampire.flonk.flonk.flonk.   
   >>>>   
   >>>> In lieu of flowers the *family* request beer be delivered to the COO   
   >>>> fridge in alt.aratzio   
   >>>   
   >>> This was funny the first time I saw it, sometime late last century.   
   >>   
   >>Aratzio only regurgitates that old schtick that about once or twice a   
   >>month. Mickey D. Phoenix used to make his kooky "predictions" on a much   
   >>more frequent basis.   
   >   
   > How many whiny emails did it take before Curt restored your account?   
   > Did you whine to him like you whined to Gary?   
   > I'm sure he made you promise not to send bogus controls, didn't he?   
   >   
      
   So you're a netkkkopping whore, eh?   
      
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