From: joemahoney1950@gmail.com   
      
   My Gay Gamy Gamers, today's sermon from your Pasta Joe Mahonet Jr. concerns   
   the reunitement of the band Red Hot Chili Poopa's.   
      
   Every reunion has a purpose, whether the participants are "conscious" of it or   
   not.  Like, when I turn on my X-Box in the moanin and start summonin' them   
   little boys, I have a purpose.  When I call up Happy Dragon for an orda of   
   authentic Chinese poop    
   platta egg role and chickum finga's, I got a purpose (to eat, belch, and   
   defecate in my Depends).  When I demand of may aged mutha that she call up the   
   Kingston House of Pizza ("K-Hop" to its devotees, all of them bald and obsese)   
   and place an orda of    
   Extra Lodge Pulled Pork Pizza (LOADED) with sides of gollick bret, french   
   fries and Ranch Dressin, I got a purpose (to eat, belch, and defecate till my   
   X-Tra lodge Depends EXPLODES all ova my wheelchaya and the flooa.  Awrite?    
   You get the point?     
      
   So what's the purpose, you ask me, of the Red Hot Chili Poopa's reunitement?   
      
   First off, just lookit their name.  Chili Pooper's.  What their sayin is, ifya   
   eat chili, you're gonna git HOT.  Yer gonna poop.  And we all love ta poop.   
      
      
   But why now the re-unitement?   
      
   My fungus fellating friends, the ansa is quite simple.  The Chili Poopa's,   
   like Neil, like Rush, are INSPIDE.  Inspide by Trump.  They wanna help built   
   that wall -- and their plan is to encourage everyone, ALL Americans, to help   
   build that wall, by eatin    
   Chili, and Poopin togetha, into a great big wall to keep the Mexicans out!     
      
   And part 3 of the plan, is to continue eatin chili and poopin, to build a   
   great BRIDGE across the wata, to Russia, so Putin & his people can get hee-ya   
   more easily to give our "Presdent" his next instructions.   
      
   Quite simpels rilly.   
      
   Joe "spirtual not religious" M, Jr   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)