"wow"

From: "Two Beans" <twobeans@godhatesyou.com>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Tue, Jul 9, 2002 3:16 PM

((Above: Rev. Cozmodiar, Priestess Pisces, Rev. Two Beans))

That's all I gotta say about this year's fest at Brushwood.

I'll get to my Ex Dee Vee report soon enough, but I have a little something
to say first.

What I have to say is for the lovely Connieites of this church. Gals, I love
ya all, but I have to give you a little critisism.

The feilds of Brushwood were alive with the presence of Connie, moreso than
I've seen before at one of these shindigs. I'm so glad you all could show
up....

....but....

....do NONE of you uberfemmes have any single sisters or girlfriends that
you coulda dragged along with you??

I mean, its always a wonderful thing when one meets their true yeti mate
(eternal or momentary), but some of us have yet to find that one person.
EVERY Subgenius woman at X-Day this year was TAKEN. Not one of you was
unattached in some form or another (that I saw anyway). This is a stressful
thing for us eligible men in the church.

You Connieites say you want a stronger female presence in the church, and
you can bet us fellas agree with you on this issue. Hell, this cult was
founded by a buncha guys that just wanted to meet girls (there was that
whole message of "Bob" thing too, but let's get real here). I myself have
tryed to bring dates this year, THREE TIMES. Each one cancelled due to this
reason or another, so I showed up alone......unless you count Stang, which I
do not.

So, its about time you chicks helped us out on your own cause! Bring your
sisters! bring your female friends! Next year I wanna see the men
OUTNUMBERED by the prime girlishness of the BETTER gender! There are tons of
men here willing to worship them! Use that as a selling point!

Okay, its pretty obveous that I didn't get layed this year. But just because
I didn't get layed does not mean that I didn't get LUCKY. Oh sure, my span
of non-poon-interrupted masturbation shall continue on from its starting
point back in January when my gf dumped me (in fact, right after this
post....) but I still got to chill and be platonically bonobo with some of
the coolest gals EVER.The enchanting and tasty-toed Rabbi, the alluring and
all-together badass that is Pisces, the sweet and frop-giving-while-naked
Andrea, the
not-so-naked-but-still-sweet-attractive-male-with-male-dancing-fan that is
Lady Diana. There are others too, but I only have so much hard-drive space
in my head and I had to burn brain-discs when it was getting filled up. I'll
remember where I put those discs eventually.

Other things also did not happen, only to have just as exciting things
happen instead. I did not turn a profit selling my CD's, but I did get RICH
by selling them! I did not have an easy time getting to and from and being
at Brushwood, but I did have a kick ass adventure that I prey to Dobbs I
shall never have to go through again!

You know that wet stuff on the grass that soaked your shoes every morning?
That wasn't dew, it was the jism that erupted due to the amount of times my
ego was stroked the few days I was there. The compliments folks gave me were
many and each one touched me in that special place that only one's mate,
mother, or catholic priest can see. One fella, who's name escapes me because
of the amount of frappy I was on, walked up to me and out of the blue said
"Two Beans, you are the living cartoon." Its shit like that that makes me
not want to kill myself, and kill any that disagree.

But, as always, when the Con senses a dire threat to its holdings it fires
up those floating satellites above the earth. Each one of these insideous
machines hovers in space, each one in geo-synchronus orbit over a Subgenius.
Constantly monitoring incase s/he/it begins a total Dobbsly state of Slack
and Rupturedness, and engaging preventitive measures should such a thing
happen.

Well, unfortunatly for me, I think aluminium foil hats look pretty damned
stupid....the exception being Jimbo's. Those rays slid in hard into my head.
Twice, in fact. The 5th ended with me shuffling around the parimiters of
Brushwood deep in depression. Ain't that funny? All day long I got people
telling me how cool I am, and all night long I'm wallowing in self-loathing.

The morning of the 7th is when I had to leave, and I had decided that I
couldn't go to sleep if I was to catch the only Erie bus back to Kalamazoo.
I shuffled over to Doc Frop's camp where I hung out with Nickie Deathchick
and some guys that were in really low light. Warmed up buy the fire with
them and chatted for a bit. Said my goodbyes and wandered over to the
Bachelors for Bob camp. Bs'ed there for a bit, then Phloighd appeared out of
the misty darkness offering steaks by campfire at his camp. It was a good
thing, because he was also my ride to Erie deperture. So, I went to his camp
in the woods, he vanished yet again, I went looking for both him and a place
to piss. I returned to find Phloighd and and a few from the BFB camp,
including the very fun Sister Zute and her damn lucky boyfriend. Partially
carbonized cow muscle was consumed, dawn broke, and Subgenii scattered.

Phl, pronounced "PHHHLL" aprearently, crawled into his tent for an hour's
sleep, and I skulked back to my campsite to take it down.

Then the rays hit again, harder this time.

Buy the time my stuff was half-heartedly put away, and I had gotten Phloighd
up to drive his car to my site, all the Slack I gained at Brushwood was
destroyed. I wanted to leave, and forget about what happened and about the
thoughts in my head.

Life sucked, I sucked, and I needed help.

Phloighd gets my own personal super hero award. He was able to be faster
than a speeding depressive state, stronger than a inferiority complex, able
too leap over tall insecurities in a bound. That man, and the fropstick he
offered, saved my X-Day. He is a true Subgenius through and through, willing
to help up a stricken yeti brother in any way he can.

He's just one hellova cool fucker.

-The Infamous StangVan Story-

Okay, so many of you rumor-gobbling fools asked me what happened with
Stang's van back in Ohio. Here's what really happened:

As Stang hunched over the wheel, drooling from bushy lips and hypnotized by
the land divider line, I heard a scratching sound coming from my right. I
looked out the window to the back tire only to have it explode before my
eyes. Hot rubber pelted me in the face as Stanky panickedly yanked the
steering wheel back and forth. The van pitched onto its side, rolling
several times before stopping in an upright position once again. I leaped
out of the car to inspect the damaged, Stang reached into the thickly-packed
cargo muttering something about Dinty Moore beef stew in a easy pull open
can. I discovered several claw marks torn across the wheel and surrounding
area. Stang, being the typical higharchite he is ordered me to phone
Triple-A in his stead. So I marched on into the birthplace of Vlad Tepes,
the mythical Pennsylvania (insert sound of thunder here).

On my way back from The PA visitor's center, I saw a familiar van drive
towards me. It slowed down, and out popped the head of everyone's favorite
Smith Subgenius, Chas.

HERE IS THE DIALOGUE EXACTLY AS IT TRANSPIRED (as well as the logic behind
my responses)

Chas: Is that you back there?

Me: Yeah! (Yes, indeed I was in the traveling party of the white van used to
harry myself and the scribe towards Brushwood.

Chas: You okay?

Me: Yeah! (I were indeed "okay". I was not suffering from any major injury,
nor illness. I was keeping hydrated with a bottle of water I had purchased
at the reststop. A tow truck would be arriving soon. Yes, I was "okay".

Then Chas drove off. I walked back to Stang and asked if he had spoken to
Chas and I just got a dumb look.....followed by reasons as to why I should
have LIED to Chas about the current situation. I told Stang that lying is
bad, and that lies only hurt everyone. He looked at me like I was a dumbass.

The toe-truck arrived soon afterwards, and took us into Erie where we pulled
into Castle Firestone. There the chariot was repaired as Stang and I heard
tales of GOBLINS and ORCS. I couldn't help but remember the enormous
slashmarks running across the side of the van.

Stopped at Walmart, which was filled with Lovcraftian horrors. It was a
shame I couldn't pack my dirty nuke that I had intended on bringing with me,
it would have came in handy there.

Then we got into Brushwood. An odd thing happened. I saw a shadowed "thing"
scurry out from under the van and leap into the wilderness. I heard fiendish
cackling and the sound of chitinus claws clatter against the dirt
floor....then silence. I hope the Barneys enjoy their new resident.

-The Ikawn Burning-

The night the Pagans and Subgenii mergered! We were an entity stronger than
AOL Time Warner and Voltron COMBINED! Pagans building the fire for us (and
them)! Subgenii dancing around like a buncha pyrohippies! Rabbi burning her
panties and me inhaling lungfulls of the smoke from them (who needs frop?!)!
Pagans and US chanting "Bob" over and over, each "Bob" louder than the last!
I bet we have more PagoSubs(tm) next year!

-Bobtism-

Speaking of PagoSubs(tm), we converted one of the B-Wood regulars who turned
out to be THE Santa Claus himself!

-The Superhero Ball-

All I can say is THANK YOU NICKIE DEATHCHICK! As we say on the internet you
"roxor".

-The Flesh Auction-

Ladies, there's more of Two Beans than what you saw. heh...

-Killer-

Though I myself did not participate, it was fun keeping track of who killed
who. I would have done things differently were I to play, but Pisces
wouldn't let me cheat or abuse the rules. Sorry. big ups to PHHLL and Pi for
organizing the thing.

-T. Base Bonoboness-

THE spot of Brushwood. Thank you Chas, and thank you to everyone that was
there.

So many cool folks this year, and I only remember so many names. I remember
faces and actions, though. There were a few people that I think I missed
there, and that's my one regret (besides showing up late to something at
T-Base). I wanted to meet Alliekatt, Enki, and some other folks. I MIGHT
HAVE MET YOU PEOPLE ANYWAY, I just didn't know it was you!

Also, this year showed me some very beautiful and heart-touching things. I
watched as two people whom I admire got over their differences of their
past, remembered that at one point in time they really cared about each
other, embrace, and became friends once more. To the unnamed "guy", I have
to say my already huge respect for you multiplied when I overheard a "I'm
sorry". It takes a real man to do that. Having recently gone through the
same thing with my last ex girlfriend, I know what it was like. Few forms of
Slack compare to the feeling of finally having closure on a good note. To
the unnamed "girl, I'm so happy everything fell into place for you this
X-Day. You deserved it, you were entitled to it, and you are worth it.

The ride home was also an adventure. I hit the 45 minute late Erie bus to
Cleveland after freaking out the pinks with PHHHLLL. Got to Cleveland just
as my connecting bus was leaving. Hung out there until my father drove from
Kalamazoo to pick me up. The ride back to my birthland was nice. My father
and I have had our share of problems with each other, in fact him and I had
almost collided violently on a few occasions in the past. When I moved to CA
we were not even on speaking terms. The ride to MI just about patched things
up with me and my old man. I realized just what a cool dad I have. Even
though he's not interested in most of the things I am, he is the source of
1/2 of my Yeti genes and a good portion of my personality. I have a cool dad
after all.

Anyway, I've ran out of frappy for now. Time to end this post which has
taken me two days to write. One last thing, a big thank you to Ivan Stang
and Princess Wei. Two gracious hosts and helpful friends with blue-tinted
squeeze butter. Thank you so much for everything. Thank you to everyone for
yet another best time of my life.

I'll remember more stuff, I'm sure.

-2B

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From: "Two Beans" <twobeans@godhatesyou.com>

"Two Beans" <twobeans@godhatesyou.com> wrote in message
news:uimdguaohdnt70@corp.supernews.com...
>
> I'll remember more stuff, I'm sure.
>

Oh yeah....

Word to the wise:

When big Dr. Codini comes barreling through the crowd yelling "Outta my way!
Coming through!", you let him through politely without a word. DO NOT make
some snide comment about it, even in jest. DO NOT challenge his right to
bulldoze past you, because he does have that right simply by being Dr.
Codini.

Not following these instructions would be a bad thing. You'll find yourself
quickly glancing around the room for tall shapes, even if you think your
safe at home across the country IF you were not killed instantly for the
transgression.

I think my eyebrows are just now starting to grow back.

-2B

(Rev. Two Beans' Flesh Auction strip montage by Rev. Alliekat))

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From: joecosby@mindspring.com (Joe Cosby)

"Two Beans" <twobeans@godhatesyou.com> hunched over a computer, typing
feverishly;
thunder crashed, "Two Beans" <twobeans@godhatesyou.com> laughed madly,
then wrote:

>That's all I gotta say about this year's fest at Brushwood.
>

Just remember "wow" is just "ewww" spelled while chewing gum.

--
Joe Cosby
http://joecosby.home.mindspring.com

Gnothi Seauton

Sig by Kookie Jar 5.98d http://go.to/generalfrenetics/

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From: dkr. Xenu v.0.6 <noway@out.com>

On Tue, 09 Jul 2002 19:54:35 GMT, joecosby@mindspring.com (Joe Cosby)
wrote:

>
>Just remember "wow" is just "ewww" spelled while chewing gum.
?

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Fool! You are already dead!

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From: "Evangela" <evangela2000@attbi.com>

well, I am completely unnatached, but then, I am an old doktor now instead
of a young sexy connieite.

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From: swillie00023 <swilliams23@msn.com>

in article aggomp016n4@enews4.newsguy.com, Evangela at
evangela2000@attbi.com wrote on 7/10/02 2:28 AM:

> well, I am completely unnatached, but then, I am an old doktor now instead
> of a young sexy connieite.
>
Evangela, your modesty makes my blood boil as much as your majesty, you sexy
siren.

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From: "Rev. Ivan Stang" <stang@subgenius.com>

In article <uimdguaohdnt70@corp.supernews.com>, Two Beans
<twobeans@godhatesyou.com> wrote:

>
> You Connieites say you want a stronger female presence in the church, and
> you can bet us fellas agree with you on this issue. Hell, this cult was
> founded by a buncha guys that just wanted to meet girls (there was that
> whole message of "Bob" thing too, but let's get real here). I myself have
> tryed to bring dates this year, THREE TIMES. Each one cancelled due to this
> reason or another, so I showed up alone......unless you count Stang, which I
> do not.

Stang slams door and cries for three hours straight.

>
> You know that wet stuff on the grass that soaked your shoes every morning?
> That wasn't dew, it was the jism that erupted due to the amount of times my
> ego was stroked the few days I was there. The compliments folks gave me were
> many and each one touched me in that special place that only one's mate,
> mother, or catholic priest can see. One fella, who's name escapes me because
> of the amount of frappy I was on, walked up to me and out of the blue said
> "Two Beans, you are the living cartoon." Its shit like that that makes me
> not want to kill myself, and kill any that disagree.

That was ME, you brain-damaged buffoon!

>
> Well, unfortunatly for me, I think aluminium foil hats look pretty damned
> stupid....the exception being Jimbo's. Those rays slid in hard into my head.
> Twice, in fact. The 5th ended with me shuffling around the parimiters of
> Brushwood deep in depression. Ain't that funny? All day long I got people
> telling me how cool I am, and all night long I'm wallowing in self-loathing.

Interesting -- that symptom of SubGeniusism more commonly strikes
beautiful, talented, and adored Yeti women.

>
> Buy the time my stuff was half-heartedly put away, and I had gotten Phloighd
> up to drive his car to my site, all the Slack I gained at Brushwood was
> destroyed. I wanted to leave, and forget about what happened and about the
> thoughts in my head.
>
> Life sucked, I sucked, and I needed help.
>
> Phloighd gets my own personal super hero award. He was able to be faster
> than a speeding depressive state, stronger than a inferiority complex, able
> too leap over tall insecurities in a bound. That man, and the fropstick he
> offered, saved my X-Day. He is a true Subgenius through and through, willing
> to help up a stricken yeti brother in any way he can.
>
> He's just one hellova cool fucker.

Two Beans, you ought to have your blood tested for sugar balance, no
shit. All this sounds just like what I dealt with for about 40 years
because of hypoglycemia, a very common disorder whereby you get crazy
oif your blood sugar drops too much, and your blood sugar drops faster
than everybody else's, so you have to eat more FREQUENTLY (not more,
just more frequently) than everybody else.

Also your problem might be that you are in your twenties. This all
sounds just too dreadfully familiar. I could tell you tales of my
pre-SubGenius youth that EXACTLY correspond to this. In fact I'm
thinking of the time I went to a weekend long pow wow in South Dakota
to film it, and ended up feeling like the stupidest washeechu that ever
lived. Looking back, I think a large part of my problem was that my
brain and emotions simply had not developed a hard enough shell to
really and truly FEEL "Fuck 'Em If They can't Take a Joke."

>
>
> -The Infamous StangVan Story-
>

Wow, you have a good memory!

It wasn't letting Chas and his van-ful of COLD DRINKS, REFRESHMENTS and
CEL PHONE go by, that made me question your sanity and rip that
swastika in your chest with my Dinty Moore can, but when you told me
you had left a message at Brushwood to "call Wei and tell her there was
road trouble" or something equally vague. I knew what would happen and
it did -- the SubGenius Rumor Effect took hold and within minutes,
BRushwood was abuzz with the news that you and I had been killed
repeatedly in a terrible car wreck in an undisclosed location and that
we were just about to die for the final time but could be saved if
anyone could but find us. LUCKILY, nobody in the entire campground was
able to locate Princess Wei's phone number before I was able to get
hold of her and say, "Hon? If anyone calls you later to tell you I'm
dead in a car wreck, uh, I'm NOT."

I thought the whole thing was hilarious and I am VERY glad you did that
walk to the phone instead of me... St. Marc's loss of Slack allowed me
to avoid sunburn and leg-wear; I read about 100 pages of RING by
Stephen Baxter while you were gone, partied with some strippers who
stopped to help... I might not have mentioned that, I didn't want you
to feel bad.

I remember thinking, "Hmmmm... it could be miles to the next exit and a
phone... it's 95 degrees and baking... there are no hats or suntan
lotion between us... Two Beans is as pale and pasty a Dutchman-looking
fellow as one could find, his skin unkissed by King Sol..." Well,
somebody had to take the dangerous job of protecting the van full of
equipment, so I let Two beans do the less hazardous work.

>
> The toe-truck arrived soon afterwards, and took us into Erie where we pulled
> into Castle Firestone. There the chariot was repaired as Stang and I heard
> tales of GOBLINS and ORCS. I couldn't help but remember the enormous
> slashmarks running across the side of the van.

The Firestone employee's nametag said "Duck Newcomer" and his exact
quote was, "I've drove past that Brushwood place, and thought about
stopping in with my family, but it looked like they were into
witchcraftery and creepy stuff like that... you know, goblins and
such."

>
> -The Ikawn Burning-
>
> The night the Pagans and Subgenii mergered! We were an entity stronger than
> AOL Time Warner and Voltron COMBINED! Pagans building the fire for us (and
> them)! Subgenii dancing around like a buncha pyrohippies! Rabbi burning her
> panties and me inhaling lungfulls of the smoke from them (who needs frop?!)!
> Pagans and US chanting "Bob" over and over, each "Bob" louder than the last!
> I bet we have more PagoSubs(tm) next year!

They made that giant log PIPE which had a fire in the bowl, and the
SubGenii would throw onto that fire symbols of the Con and their human
lives. Sis Dec burned an American Flag on that thing on account of it
no longer stands for what it used to stand for when we were kids (and
that is NO SHIT whether you're a Dupe/Dupe or a Dupe Squared.

>
>
> -Bobtism-
>
> Speaking of PagoSubs(tm), we converted one of the B-Wood regulars who turned
> out to be THE Santa Claus himself!

That was hilarious... you realize that "Bob's" real DAD, the "wandering
milkman," is also suspected of being the real figure upon whom the
legendary Santa Claus is based.

> -The Superhero Ball-
>
> All I can say is THANK YOU NICKIE DEATHCHICK! As we say on the internet you
> "roxor".

I thought yours was actually the second funniest next to Mein Cock. I
could never forsake Mein Cock.

> -Killer-
>
> Though I myself did not participate, it was fun keeping track of who killed
> who. I would have done things differently were I to play, but Pisces
> wouldn't let me cheat or abuse the rules. Sorry. big ups to PHHLL and Pi for
> organizing the thing.

I saw those guys running around skulking and sneaking and attacking
like little kids playing army and thought, DAMN that looks like fun.

>
> So many cool folks this year, and I only remember so many names. I remember
> faces and actions, though. There were a few people that I think I missed
> there, and that's my one regret (besides showing up late to something at
> T-Base). I wanted to meet Alliekatt, Enki, and some other folks. I MIGHT
> HAVE MET YOU PEOPLE ANYWAY, I just didn't know it was you!

Boy do I know that feeling.

>
> Also, this year showed me some very beautiful and heart-touching things. I
> watched as two people whom I admire got over their differences of their
> past, remembered that at one point in time they really cared about each
> other, embrace, and became friends once more. To the unnamed "guy", I have
> to say my already huge respect for you multiplied when I overheard a "I'm
> sorry". It takes a real man to do that. Having recently gone through the
> same thing with my last ex girlfriend, I know what it was like. Few forms of
> Slack compare to the feeling of finally having closure on a good note. To
> the unnamed "girl, I'm so happy everything fell into place for you this
> X-Day. You deserved it, you were entitled to it, and you are worth it.

Yeah, I agree... I know exactly which scene you're talking about. I too
almost broke into tears when El Gordo and Princess Party Girl buried
the hatchet.

> The ride home was also an adventure. I hit the 45 minute late Erie bus to
> Cleveland after freaking out the pinks with PHHHLLL. Got to Cleveland just
> as my connecting bus was leaving. Hung out there until my father drove from
> Kalamazoo to pick me up. The ride back to my birthland was nice. My father
> and I have had our share of problems with each other, in fact him and I had
> almost collided violently on a few occasions in the past. When I moved to CA
> we were not even on speaking terms. The ride to MI just about patched things
> up with me and my old man. I realized just what a cool dad I have. Even
> though he's not interested in most of the things I am, he is the source of
> 1/2 of my Yeti genes and a good portion of my personality. I have a cool dad
> after all.

Wait'll you have kids. You'll suddenly say, "HOLY SHIT!! NO WONDER my
parents were such RETARDS!" My dad and I and my son and I hardly spoke
to each other during teen years at home, but now we're all great chums
again.

> Anyway, I've ran out of frappy for now. Time to end this post which has
> taken me two days to write. One last thing, a big thank you to Ivan Stang
> and Princess Wei. Two gracious hosts and helpful friends with blue-tinted
> squeeze butter. Thank you so much for everything. Thank you to everyone for
> yet another best time of my life.

See, Two Beans isn't so bad. He still shits a little too close to the
house, but he isn't so terribly bad. Not nearly as bad as so very many
people would make him out to be. Don't worry about all those hundreds
of naysayers, Two Beans. Your three or four friends will STICK WITH YA!
You know how mushy and loyal and all us SubGeniuses are.

--
4th Stangian Orthodox MegaFisTemple Lodge of the Wrath of Dobbs Yeti,
Resurrected (Rev. Ivan Stang, prop.)
P.O. Box 181417, Cleveland, OH 44118 (fax 216-320-9528)
A subsidiary of:
The SubGenius Foundation, Inc. / P.O. Box 204206, Austin, TX 78720-4206
Dobbs-Approved Authorized Commercial Outreach of The Church of the SubGenius
SubSITE: http://www.subgenius.com
For SubGenius Biz & Orders: call toll free to 1-888-669-2323
or email: jesus@subgenius.com
PRABOB

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From: "Rev. Ivan Stang" <stang@subgenius.com>

In article <aggomp016n4@enews4.newsguy.com>, Evangela
<evangela2000@attbi.com> wrote:

> well, I am completely unnatached, but then, I am an old doktor now instead
> of a young sexy connieite.
>

Thanks to the miracles of Osmolite and Time Control, you can now be
BOTH!

Just like me!

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From: Her Ladyship Lilith von Fraumench <lilith@ZubJenius.com>

In article <aggomp016n4@enews4.newsguy.com>, Evangela
<evangela2000@attbi.com> wrote:

> well, I am completely unnatached, but then, I am an old doktor now instead
> of a young sexy connieite.

Actually, you're the only Old Doktor that is ALSO a young, sexy
Connieite. This is something you really should take advantage of, more
and more. Trust me.

Her Ladyship Lilith

--
--=8=-- \m/ --=8=-- http://lilith.foolspress.com/ --=8=-- \m/ --=8=--
You'll say that the 50's isn't the present, but we'll have to differ on
that. -- RLan538885 in 20020617153210.12229.00001550@mb-fe.aol.com

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From: Codini in Exile <***@273.com>

On Tue, 9 Jul 2002 12:33:03 -0700, "Two Beans"
<twobeans@godhatesyou.com> wrote:

>
>"Two Beans" <twobeans@godhatesyou.com> wrote in message
>news:uimdguaohdnt70@corp.supernews.com...
>>
>> I'll remember more stuff, I'm sure.
>>
>
>Oh yeah....
>
>Word to the wise:
>
>When big Dr. Codini comes barreling through the crowd yelling "Outta my way!
>Coming through!", you let him through politely without a word. DO NOT make
>some snide comment about it, even in jest. DO NOT challenge his right to
>bulldoze past you, because he does have that right simply by being Dr.
>Codini.
>
>Not following these instructions would be a bad thing. You'll find yourself
>quickly glancing around the room for tall shapes, even if you think your
>safe at home across the country IF you were not killed instantly for the
>transgression.
>
>I think my eyebrows are just now starting to grow back.
>
>-2B
>
I love the smell of burning facial flesh in the evening,.. it smells
like....VICTORY

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