Re: Clam Engram Defeated!!
the old ways are often the best ways....
look down... see the central protrusion (the tentacle that's shorter and
wartier than the others)?
That's yer dick. Approach it in a friendly, non-hostile manner. Avoid sudden,
threatening movements. Shake! The little fella wants to be pals!
Now stroke it gently and speak to it in a soothing manner.
See? Clam Engram problem all better now, with slightly less radiation
poisoning!
YAY (I am SO helpful, and that is why you love me so very very much)
THANK YOU MINNEAPOLIS, AND GOOD NIGHT!
ICEKNIFE
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From: cuthulu@unicomp.net (Kevan Smith)
Subject: Re: Clam Engram Defeated!!
Uhh, thanks, that felt so good. And it also changed the channels for
me. My warted penis is a remote control, But my ASSHOLE is A FUCKING
OT VIII. I'm exteriorizing, and now I am causing you to SMITE!!
SMITE!! SMITE!! (And you thought it was your NATURAL URGE) Hnnng!!!
Radar Labs 23
July 5, 1998
0700
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Subject: Re: Clam Engram Defeated!!
From: iceknife@ashram.com (ICEKNIFE)
Re: Re: Clam Engram Defeated!!
------you wrote----------
: Be the Am-ness of Smiting
: SLEEP SEX OBEY SMITE
huh? naw, I'll be the am-ness of ICEKNIFE, thanks
SLEEP? not since that nasty bit of biz with Bob and Ambrose and Morgy and the
RILLY BIG SQUID...
sex and obey are the same things and therefor redundant
SMITE? HAH! SMITE... THEN AGAIN, SMITE NOT...
if you could touch my IS it would be masturbation
if you can smell my am you can have my part of the equation
if you can eat smoked gouda and sesame crackers thru yer dick you can rule
the entire state of michigan
we remain the ouroboros chorus merrily sparped backwards thru the
bungaperture of the temporal flux-you-up.
ICEKNIFE
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Subject: Re: Clam Engram Defeated!!
From: iceknife@ashram.com (ICEKNIFE)
Re: Re: Clam Engram Defeated!!
Silly Ancient Obscenity!
I knew it was my UNnatural urges;
besides, you can't get me to DO things, I don't DO things...
I just AM.
HEY, I'm not picking on you, I'M HELPING YOU! (now you hurt my feelings
and therefor owe me money and vibrant sexnuggets and that gum I like (WHICH,
by the FUCKING WAY STILL HASN'T COME BACK IN STYLE)
did I tell you I was escorted from the city of DIS and invited never to
return? that's the penalty for planting flowers in hell...
I WILL TOUCH YOUR ANCIENT SECRETS AND THEY SHALL UNFOLD AS A SLURPEE UNTO ME,
THAT I MAY SWELL AND BUBBLE WITH POWER AND INATE INERTNESS OF REDEMPTION
pass that yakmeat enchilada, boy!
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