From: joemahoney1950@gmail.com   
      
   My many masticaters of the mango morel, we've had an enjoyable coupla week's   
   watchin the Stable Genious Trump demonstrate his superiah knowledge, maturity   
   and morality to Sleepy Joe Biden, and watchin the noble and non-sycophatic Jim   
   Pence destroy that    
   negro, that WOMEN, that MONSTA Kamala Hariss.   
      
   But what did you EAT while gigglin and burpin at this enjoyable spectacle?    
      
   You prolly think I had my usual: a table-sized pulled pork pizza (LOADED) from   
   K-Hop, with side's of garlic bread and french fries, washed down with a few   
   cases of Mountain Dew (it's made from corn, which is good for you).     
      
   But lately, I been reminiscin' bout my dad, and returnin to owa favrite place   
   to eat togetha, back when we both had leg's.     
      
   JOHNNY MACARONI'S.  On Plymouth Street in Halifax.     
      
   And what we, the two of us would do, is orda off the CATERIN MENU.  One TRAY   
   of Chichum Alfredo.  Costs about 85 bucks, and intended to feed 20 - 25   
   people.     
      
   But what we Joes Junya and Senya would do, is shaya it  between the TWO of   
   us!  mmMMMmmm.  We'd burp and fot and talk wid out mouf's full, spewin bits   
   all ova.     
      
   And the best thing was, with minutes of finitchin this magnanimous meal, we'd   
   both have diarhhea!  We'd spend the hole night CRAPPIN.  In our pance, lata in   
   our DEPENDS, also gettin as much as possible on the walls (have you eva heard   
   of PROJECTILE    
   DIARHHEA?  iT'S A VERY SPECIAL TALENT), and everywhere else we can.   
      
   We love excrement.  That's why we make reference to it in every so-called   
   "sentence" we speak.   
      
   Joe "the diaperizah" M.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)