Thought I pooped on HellPopeHuey....?!
Correspondent:: "fenian d'illudium q-36, Rlari."
Date: Fri, 19 Nov 2004 14:21:44 -0500
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I passed through my local urban area, on my way to teach a flesh
optimized optometrics class, when I saw a fat, vile, smelly little
girl. "HellPopeHuey!", I exclaimed to myself. Well, I waddled right up
to ole HellPope, excused myself, dropped my pants, pushed her to the
ground, straddled her young, fat, greasy face, and dropped not one,
but two, no not two, but three sloppy anal nuggets. As each one
dropped, I listened to the sound, and it was a gentle, warm, smack,
smack smack, followed by the sound of a bit of liquid dispersion. I
asked the girl "Did you enjoy that HellPopeHuey?" and she just cried,
and coughed, and choked a little, but she was ok. "HellPupHoey???" She
exclaimed questioningly. Then I realized....Oh shit....That ain't
HellPopeHuey.....and ran. Now, I'm digging buckshot out of my
haunches, and darkening my skin, and growing a moostache. I'm sorry
bout that HellPopeHuey, looks like I missed by a mile. Maybe a better
description would help me hit the target?
Correspondent:: bobdiddley@aol.com (3D Bob Not Diddley)
Date: 19 Nov 2004 21:24:00 GMT
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>I passed through my local urban area, on my way to teach a flesh
>optimized optometrics class, when I saw a fat, vile, smelly little
>girl.
Here's where you went wrong - HellPope is NOT a little girl, in spite of the
occasional tone. Other than that, you were on about the right track.
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"The purpose of life is to Feel Real Good." - Timothy Leary
Correspondent:: HellPope Huey
Date: Fri, 19 Nov 2004 21:59:26 GMT
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In article <20041119162400.06368.00000815@mb-m18.aol.com>,
bobdiddley@aol.com (3D Bob Not Diddley) wrote:
> >I passed through my local urban area, on my way to teach a flesh
> >optimized optometrics class, when I saw a fat, vile, smelly little
> >girl.
> Here's where you went wrong - HellPope is NOT a little girl, in spite of the
> occasional tone. Other than that, you were on about the right track.
If we ever meet, I'm gonna sit on YOUR face and you'll rapidly grow a
moustache so long, we'll tie the ends to trees on the opposite sides of
a soccer field and use you as a net.
I don't know quite where I got the ability to make hair grow insanely
on others when I can't get it to pop up on my own head. I guess that's
the sort of thing that can happen when Circe catches you porking her
girlfriend, but likes you too much to turn you into a pig like the
others. I got off easy.
Boy, there are at least 5 great straight lines embedded in this post.
If you can't find at least 3 of them, you aren't even trying. EIEIEIEI!!!
--
HellPope Huey
I clicked my ruby slippers together,
but nothing happened
and the bikers beat the crap out of me anyway
We are here on Earth to do good to others.
What the others are here for, I don't know.
- W. H. Auden
"In the event of an emergency,
I stand in a field with a cow and wait to be airlifted."
- "The West Wing"
Correspondent:: Ned Wreck
Date: Sat, 20 Nov 2004 19:02:25 -0600
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HellPope Huey wrote:
>
> If we ever meet, I'm gonna sit on YOUR face and you'll rapidly grow a
> moustache so long, we'll tie the ends to trees on the opposite sides of
> a soccer field and use you as a net.
>
Don't do it Huey! He's not worth it. He's probably flaming you so you
WILL sit on his face. He's one o' those pinkbois who're incapable of
growing any facial hair despite their advancing age. Sometimes it's due
to Frop Incontinency or in rare cases, a Smegma addiction. Whichever the
case, he's desparate for a womb broom. Just let him alone and let nature
take its course.
Ned
Correspondent:: HellPope Huey
Date: Sun, 21 Nov 2004 03:27:53 GMT
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In article ,
Ned Wreck wrote:
> HellPope Huey wrote:
> >
> > If we ever meet, I'm gonna sit on YOUR face and you'll rapidly grow a
> > moustache so long, we'll tie the ends to trees on the opposite sides of
> > a soccer field and use you as a net.
> >
> Don't do it Huey! He's not worth it. He's probably flaming you so you
> WILL sit on his face. He's one o' those pinkbois who're incapable of
> growing any facial hair despite their advancing age. Sometimes it's due
> to Frop Incontinency or in rare cases, a Smegma addiction. Whichever the
> case, he's desparate for a womb broom. Just let him alone and let nature
> take its course.
Well I didn't say I was gonna LIKE it; I just thought it might be my
duty as a Pope. If there is a less than 49% chance that he'll get any
BETTER from the act, then by Dobbs, let him keep begging Prostata for a
date with his guinea peegs until he gets a geode across the punkin.
I'm gettin' kinda old and my knees aren't what they used to be, so if I
am gonna squat, it needs to be for a good cause, not a LOST one. I'll
just send him a stool sample for Xistmas and call it good. I'd mail him
a recluse spider bite, but I haven't yet figured out how to get one in a
bon bon.
--
HellPope Huey
If we could just get everyone to close his eyes for an hour
and imagine world peace,
think of how serene and quiet it would be
until the looting started.
"I don't need matches to burn stuff down.
All I need is these two hands
and a lack of adult supervision."
- "That 70s Show"
Setting a good example for children
takes all the fun out of middle age.
- William Feather
Correspondent:: HellPope Huey
Date: Fri, 19 Nov 2004 21:54:21 GMT
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In article ,
"fenian d'illudium q-36, Rlari." wrote:
> I passed through my local urban area, on my way to teach a flesh
> optimized optometrics class, when I saw a fat, vile, smelly little
> girl. "HellPopeHuey!", I exclaimed to myself. Well, I waddled right up
> to ole HellPope, excused myself, dropped my pants, pushed her to the
> ground, straddled her young, fat, greasy face, and dropped not one,
> but two, no not two, but three sloppy anal nuggets. As each one
> dropped, I listened to the sound, and it was a gentle, warm, smack,
> smack smack, followed by the sound of a bit of liquid dispersion. I
> asked the girl "Did you enjoy that HellPopeHuey?" and she just cried,
> and coughed, and choked a little, but she was ok. "HellPupHoey???" She
> exclaimed questioningly. Then I realized....Oh shit....That ain't
> HellPopeHuey.....and ran. Now, I'm digging buckshot out of my
> haunches, and darkening my skin, and growing a moostache. I'm sorry
> bout that HellPopeHuey, looks like I missed by a mile. Maybe a better
> description would help me hit the target?
Although statistically impossible unless I was knocked cold by a trank
dart and restrained in some James-Bond-villain manner, if you were to
sit on my face, you would not merely grow a moustache; within 24 hours,
you would be covered with hair and I would sell you to some buck-toothed
Chinese as a Yeti so they could grind your testicles up in a pestel and
sell the results as a nostrum for curing impotence. Then you'd have a
lot more to worry about than my smell or your bowels.
Stop drinking that off-brand shoe polish and get some Nyquil like a
decent person, for goddsakes. You're settin' back the group.
--
HellPope Huey
I clicked my ruby slippers together,
but nothing happened
and the bikers beat the crap out of me anyway
We are here on Earth to do good to others.
What the others are here for, I don't know.
- W. H. Auden
"In the event of an emergency,
I stand in a field with a cow and wait to be airlifted."
- "The West Wing"
Correspondent:: "fenian d'illudium q-36, Rlari."
Date: Sat, 20 Nov 2004 01:44:56 -0500
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On Fri, 19 Nov 2004 21:54:21 GMT, HellPope Huey
"Bob"
> Although statistically impossible unless I was knocked cold by a
trank
>dart and restrained in some James-Bond-villain manner, if you were to
>sit on my face, you would not merely grow a moustache; within 24
hours,
>you would be covered with hair and I would sell you to some
buck-toothed
>Chinese as a Yeti so they could grind your testicles up in a pestel
and
>sell the results as a nostrum for curing impotence. Then you'd have a
>lot more to worry about than my smell or your bowels.
>
> Stop drinking that off-brand shoe polish and get some Nyquil like a
>decent person, for goddsakes. You're settin' back the group.
Just remember that you're standing on a planet
That's evolving
And revolving
At nine hundred miles an hour.
It's orbiting at nineteen miles a second,
so it's reckoned,
'Round the sun that is the source of all our power.
Now the sun, and you and me,
and all the stars that we can see,
Are moving at a million miles a day,
In the outer spiral arm,
at fourteen thousand miles an hour,
Of a galaxy we call the Milky Way.
Our galaxy itself contains a hundred million stars;
It's a hundred thousand light-years side to side;
It bulges in the middle
sixteen thousand light-years thick,
But out by us
it's just three thousand light-years wide.
We're thirty thousand light-years
From Galactic Central Point,
We go 'round every two hundred million years;
And our galaxy itself is one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe.
Our universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding,
In all of the directions it can whiz;
As fast as it can go,
that's the speed of light, you know,
Twelve million miles a minute
And that's the fastest speed there is.
So remember,
when you're feeling very small and insecure,
How amazingly unlikely is your birth;
And pray that there's intelligent life
Somewhere out in space,
'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth!