From: "Rev. Susie the Floozie" <revsusiethefloozie@gmail.com>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Tue, Jul 7, 2009 9:40 PM
Uh...
...uuuhhhh....
...uhmm.....
Oh yeah! I remember lots of stuff, like how flat-out
GLORIOUS it
was...
To commune in the woods with my own kind for the better
part of a
week.
To not hear anyone say, "Whut the hay-ull are yew talkin' about?"
To get exposed to the brilliant entertaining genius of Phat Man Dee.
To suffer 4th-degree sunburn on my cleavage schlepping
pancakes in
joyous servitude to Revs. Ennie and V.
To use my tits as earmuffs for Mistar Sistar, whom,
in my opinion,
does not get jugs slapped on his head nearly enough.
To run with the SubGenius Rat Pack (Teeters le Verge,
Wilhelm, and
Agent Lloyd) as their horny Angie Dickinson/drunk Shirley
MacLaine--
truly man's men who could keep up with my insane excesses.
To get to finally know Teeters and his tormented creative
genius--
finally, an intellectual match and another writer to
bounce my crap
off of before it gets published, *whew!*.
To get to hear Wilhelm's stellar CD with a mix of "Radar
Love" and
"Going Under" that made Pisces and me both
shit on the way home.
To hang with Bunnyday and Dildo Valerie, creating wild
weiner-money
pyramid schemes and terrorizing boys in the hot tub.
To give Chris Lee the BEST FUCKIN' LOUNGE-LIZARD SHIRT
EVAR with
Virgil Partch-type embroidered characters--a goddamned
cloth
pussymagnet if ever there was one.
To stick my hooters in the smiling Feit C. Taj's face,
even though he
reminds me unnervingly of my older brother--but jey,
he brought the
BRAWNDO! It's got electrolytes, not like that water
like from a
toilet.
To give many of you the Lizard Rub and a firm spinal
backstroke--I
wish I coulda got all of you down flat on the ground
and worked you
over.
To sneak a ninja-grab of Doc Frop's leathery cod and
make HIM gasp for
a change.
To not hear anyone--ANYONE!--use the word "weird" as a fuckin' insult.
To take my tits for a walk--and another walk, and another,
and
another...They love winking and flirting with everyone
and jiggling
like jello on springs.
And to finally, actually be able to recognize most of
you at looooong
fucking last--oh, my poor brain is finally working and
it feels so
wonderful...
Yes, and I admit that I got mushy when we all sat around
the big table
for the potluck. I started looking around and this bubble
of ache rose
in my soul and just opened up and jettisoned years of
solitary pain. I
don't have family and holidays are always times of painful
loss for
me--but now I have a Norman Rockwell-by-way-of-MAD Magazine
picture in
my mind of MY FAMILY--my SUBGENIUS Family--which will
stand me in good
stead through the shitty times.
Thanks for the trip. It was precious, more than you could ever know.
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Subject: Re: What I remember of X-Day...
From: "Rev. Susie the Floozie" <revsusiethefloozie@gmail.com>
On Jul 7, 9:51 pm, "Rev. Tom Sane" <rev.tom.s...@gmail.com>
wrote:
> On Jul 7, 6:40 pm, "Rev. Susie the Floozie"
> > Thanks for the trip. It was precious, more
than you could ever know.
>
> I am glad that I got to imprint on you, even if
it was only a palm
> print on your ass.
>
> Thanks for letting me feel you up.
Sure, anytime, Rev. Sane. Tell yer friends.
And hey, practice on a rump roast or something over
the next year--I
want a good, sharp, stinging smack from "Bob"
next time we meet.
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Subject: Re: What I remember of X-Day...
From: Lord Cyclohexane <LordCyclohexane@gmail.com>
On Jul 7, 10:13 pm, Modemac <mode...@modemac.com>
wrote:
> I remember getting sick and tired of sleeping in
my tent, which had
> been pitched in an area that had turned into a
swamp from all that
> rain. So, on Thursday I gave Pisces and Susie
the puppy-dog eyes and
> spent the night on a spare cot in the trailer.
I didn't have a
> blanket, however...until an angel snuck in and
lent me her woolie. And
> the rain finally came to an end on the next day.
AH! So YOU were the one that Pisces was referring to
when she
suggested that other SubGenii do that same thing (of
making puppy-dog
eyes at members of the opposite sex to get entry to
their dry tents).
I'd been tempted to do the same to her, for less savory reasons.