From: Popess Pantiara Evokovitch <pantiara@gmail.com>
Mostly because I'm a bright bubblegum pink from all
the sun at
Brushwood. Mostly on my forearms and the top of my feet,
which are
also covered in mosquito bites. Ow. It will eventually
peel and turn
into freckles. No tan for me. At least I had the werwithall
to not let
my boobs get too much sun. Absolutely nothing worse
than burned
nipples except maybe a burned pecker.
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Subject: Re: I feel Pink now...
From: "iDRMRSR" <idrmrsr@sssssubgenius.com>
Popess Pantiara is nearly an albino like me. We can
stand next to a
nightlite with a 7 W bulb and get a peeling burn.
Sunscreen works but then leaves your skin sworled, like
strawberry ice cream
melted on it. That's when you don't put the stuff on
100% evanly.
Actually, any variatian in the covarage acts like the
negative in a film.
Spooky shit.
The best thing to do for skin like that is stay INSIDE where it's safe.
I've got one pink arm and one white one today. That's
from driving in
the...what do they call that...yes..."SUN".
Here in Cleveland, that's just
a concept.
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From: "Rev. Back It On Up 13" <evielust@aol.com>
My first X-Day in 2002 was a big head tragedy.
I failed to shield my enormous melon against sun. Due
to the unusual
shape of my girthy dome, I ended up with horizontal
read stripe half
way down my forehead and a vertical one sloping straight
down my nose.
I didn't take many pictures that year, but I have two
of sifu and me
together and I look like a big blazing T-zone being
projected onto a
giant white balloon.
It turns out "Bob" has no sympathy for the
unprepared, even if Rev.
Egg Plant does.
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From: "Rev. Ivan Stang" <stang@subgenius.com>
On Jul 9, 2:28 pm, just john <teuy13...@sneakemail.com>
wrote:
>
> Thanks for mentioning the mosquito bites.
>
> Now I feel a lot less bad about missing it.
My wife insisted that I put her hippie bug repellent
on me. I sneakily
put it on my hands only. My hands are the only places
I got any bug-
bites.
We/I have been walking and, when possible, even hiking,
outdoors, so
as not to look like most people our age, and therefore
the sun did
nothing it hasn't been doing for a long time to me --
that is, making
me slightly balder by the day.
Wearing a hat helps a lot, too.
In previous years, Professor Pressure has been known
to paint or
stencil a Dobbshead on his belly with sunblock, or maybe
it was the
other way around, but he ended up with a tanned-on Dobbshead
or
perhaps a Negative Dobbshead.
One young lady, Rev. Angie, had lost her Membership
card and couldn't
PROVE she was a Member, so I demanded she show me THE
SCAR or else pay
the extra $30 for Membership. Just as I suspect of all
True SubGenii,
she did indeed bear an Initiation Scar, this one in
the form of a Clip-
Art Penguin TATTOO on her ankle, from an illo by Palmer
or Hal from
Revelation X.
(Secretly, I recognized her from previous years, since
she is
breathtakingly gorgeous, and all that I.D.-checking
was a put-on.)
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Subject: Re: I feel Pink now...
From: "Rev. Back It On Up 13" <evielust@aol.com>
I remember that. She was a cutie indeed. I can't bring
myself to get
any such brandings on myself, but hopefully you'll recognize
me at
future drills.
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From: "Rev. Ivan Stang" <stang@subgenius.com>
We'll just measure your skull.
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From: "Rev. Back It On Up 13" <evielust@aol.com>
You know, I think that part of the general gist of this
bozo so called
"church" is for us to get over our hangups
being as we paid members
are of the perfect race of whatever we are. At least
that's the
impression I got from all the nudes I saw last week
and the overall
attitude of personal excellence in spite of overwhelming
social
perceptions pointing to the contrary! And I believe
in that! We're
all about as good looking and appealing as we're ever
going to be
again, unless, like Chas, we are reconstructed with
a new improved
form after we shuffle off the mortal what have you.
YOU, however, seem to have targeted MY PERSONAL HEAD,
over the size of
which I had no control whatsoever, with your scorn.
Therefore, I
demand a head measurement contest in 2009 (the real
1998) before the
saucers put an end to this nonsense once and for all.
I will bet your head is even bigger than mine is, my
good man. I will
bet you $1. If I lose, I will show you the picture
of me as a baby
with my gumby knobs on my head because my pure subgenius
parents
forgot to rotate me.