Test Parable/GROOVY BASTARD NENSLO PARABLE

From: hellpopehuey@subgenius.com (HellPopeHuey)
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Thu, Nov 28, 2002 8:15 PM

TEST TEST * Two Nenslos walk into a bar. Upon beholding a PAIR of what
was already a Schopenhauerian horror as a mere ONE, everyone shits a
pile of bricks so large, the results are used to build a new
orphanage. It is dedicated in his name, but it collapses the minute it
is swollen-tick-full of kids. Poor orphans. Ah, the little wretches
are better off. More food and air for NENSLO. NENSLO GOOD, ORPHANS AND
MOST OF *YOU* BAD. The moral is, AVOID ALL BRICKS SHAT VIA NENSLO
INCURSION AND RUN AWAY WHEN YOU SEE NENSLO.

Soundtrack by Louis and Beebe Barron. Microtonal works by definition
CANNOT be named in 3 notes. You are a terminal fool, which you have
proven by dashing through the SNOW, leaving the poor horse trapped in
the wreckage of the sleigh to slowly freeze to death, just so you can
slurp from a bleeping GRAVY boat, which has already developed a skin
on top, guaranteeing that you will clumsily decorate your Hamtaro
action vest and MawMaw's nice linen tablecloth with the aftermath of
your ill-bred doofishness. What a choad! You're taking that damned
horse in your lunch until every tendon is GONE. Um, anyway, beware of
Nenslo. TEST

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HellPopeHuey wrote:
>
> TEST TEST * Two Nenslos walk into a bar. Upon
> beholding a PAIR of what was already a
> Schopenhauerian horror as a mere ONE, everyone
> shits a pile of bricks so large, the results
> are used to build a new orphanage. It is
> dedicated in his name, but it collapses the
> minute it is swollen-tick-full of kids. Poor
> orphans. Ah, the little wretches are better off.
> More food and air for NENSLO. NENSLO GOOD,
> ORPHANS AND MOST OF *YOU* BAD. The moral is,
> AVOID ALL BRICKS SHAT VIA NENSLO INCURSION AND
> RUN AWAY WHEN YOU SEE NENSLO.
>
> Soundtrack by Louis and Beebe Barron. Microtonal
> works by definition CANNOT be named in 3 notes.
> You are a terminal fool, which you have proven
> by dashing through the SNOW, leaving the poor
> horse trapped in the wreckage of the sleigh to
> slowly freeze to death, just so you can slurp
> from a bleeping GRAVY boat, which has already
> developed a skin on top, guaranteeing that you
> will clumsily decorate your Hamtaro action vest
> and MawMaw's nice linen tablecloth with the
> aftermath of your ill-bred doofishness. What a
> choad! You're taking that damned horse in your
> lunch until every tendon is GONE. Um, anyway,
> beware of Nenslo. TEST
>

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he is not here! But Hi remember TURDucken. Hit was
TURDucken who came to my village hafter the rebels
had killed my family. Hit was TURDucken who raised
me has his own. TURDucken he was like a father to
me.

Ju may say bad theengs about TURDucken. Ju may
say that he is gone bad. Ju may say that he is
no TOFUckucken. But we here know eet is all
feelthy greengo lies!

FEELTHY LIES!

Viva El TURDucken!

VIVA EL TURDucken!

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Ya no puede caminar,
Porque no tiene, porque le falta,
Marijuana que fumar."

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