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Mike's Madness #22
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(Season #3 Premier)
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To: Music Dept., CSUS
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From: Germanic Music Research Dept. (Non-Wagner section), U. of Berlin
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Re: Mozart's Requiem
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Sirs,
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As is well known, Mozart died before completing the entire score of his
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last work, Requiem. Completion of the work was done by Sussmayr in
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1793, but there has always been question of how Mozart himself would
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have finished the work. Luckily, a copy of Mozart's score was found
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recently in our basement that details the completed score. We present
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it here in its entirety.
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(NOTE: Apparently, the Requiem was not written for the wife of Count
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Walsegg-Stuppach as previously thought, but for one Count Wilhelm the
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Bloated (also known as Wilhelm the Stenchmeister) after he was run-down
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in the street by Mozart's horse while he was strolling with his wife,
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Eva the Obscenely Fat. The couple were well known in Austria for their
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ability to break prolonged wind, stink up even the roomiest concert
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halls, and consume massive amounts of other people's food. Wilhelm died
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in 1792, and not a moment too soon for most people.)
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I. Introitus:
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Oh God, we entrust this poor bastard to you
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Because none of us want him hanging here around any longer
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Least of which, me, as he has bummed many ducats from my purse
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And never paid them back -- the great fucking sot!
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Please let him rot in Hell for eternity for this.
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II. Introitus Interruptus
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Oh yes!
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OH YES!
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OH GOD THIS IS GREAT!
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OH YES YES YES YES YES YES!!!!!!!!
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MORE!
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Ah Ah AH! AH!! AH!!!
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YES! YES! I'M GOING TO . . .
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COME BACK HERE!
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GOTT-EN-HIMMEL!
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COME BACK HERE!
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I'M NOT DONE YET!
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COME --
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Damn.
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Fucking sheep . . .
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III. Appologem
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Oh Lord, close the Pearly Gates,
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Because here comes a right bastard.
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I'm sorry that he's coming your way,
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But it can't be helped.
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Had he not waddled his fat ass in front of my horse
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He might still be with us
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And not stinking up Paradise
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But he did,
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And he isn't,
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And he is,
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So there.
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I'm also sorry about the bit of naughtiness with the Berlin All
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Prepubescent Girl's Choir.
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I'm also also sorry about carving "Wagner Sucks Shit!" in the fat
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backside of that lad from the Vienna Boy's Choir.
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I've already apologized to Herr Wagner for this.
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Forgive me these trespasses,
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But Salieri's done much worse.
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Much MUCH worse.
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In fact, he's been a total sot.
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See to it that he rots in Hell too.
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Next slime on an almost new Star Trek -- The Next Generation . . .
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Wesley tests positive for DRUGS!
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Wesley: I never!
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Picquard: It says here you tested positive for amphetamines, LSD,
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cocaine, psilocybin, morphine, barbiturates, bufotoxin, thorazine,
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methedrone, ritalin, benzedrine, adrenochrome . . .
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Wesley: But it doesn't say anything about pot!
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Picquard: . . . and POT! So much so, in fact, that three interns were
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caught smoking your urine. And they were quite fucked up, according to
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Doctor Crusher!
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Wesley: Killer!
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Picquard: You're dismissed from your station! You will either be flushed
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into space or sit in the same room with Pat Buchanan while he explains
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the positive contributions that Richard Nixon gave to democracy.
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Wes: SHRRRRIIIIEEEEK! SPACE!! SPACE!! FLUSH ME OUT INTO SPACE!!!!!! (wail!)
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(blubber!)
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Picquard: Wail? Blubber?
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Wes: WHALE BLUBBER! It'sa JOKE! Don'tcha git it, son?! What are ya, ah
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say what are ya, DENSE?! Now where's that cotton-pickin' dog gone to
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now? AW-LA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-LA-LA AW-DO-DAH! DO-DAW!
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Yes kids -- poor Wesley has fallen victim to drugs and now thinks he's
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Foghorn Leghorn. This happens to millions of kids on a daily basis. God
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it's horrible! Just look what drugs did to some of these famous people. . .
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W. Churchill -- "Let them say that this, ah say this, was their finest hour!
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J. Kennedy -- "So I say with pride Ich Ien Berlineer. Ahh Do-DAH! Do-DAH!"
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There's thousands more examples like these, but laws pertaining to the
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honesty of claims made during a broadcast forbids us from showing them.
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So remember kids, if you know someone doing drugs, be it your best
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friend, or your parents, or even your grandparents, just put a .45 to
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their head and end their miserable existence.
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Thank you
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(cue National Anthem and films of A-10's blowing up tanks)
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This message paid for by the William Bennet/Lyndon LaRuche/Pat-The-Fat-
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Fucking-Goose-Stepping-Swine-Buchanan Fund for Drug Education. Helping make
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the world safe for right wing, neo-nazi scum for the last 20 years.
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(see if there's any way around that part.)
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This is PBS -- TV worth watching!
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THAT'S RIGHT! It IS TV worth WATCHING! And how much is it WORTH to YOU?!
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Y'know Big Brother ain't coughin' up the bucks for Masterpiece Theater
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anymore! We gotta depend on cheapskates like YOU to keep these fine programs
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on the air!
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Now we got a favorite from Sesame Street here. It's our old friend Big Bird.
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AND I'M GONNA WASTE THE FUCKER IF WE DON'T START GETTING SOME GODDAMN
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PLEDGES IN HERE NOW!!! $300 bucks and I let the bird live! Otherwise there's
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gonna be brains and feathers everywhere! . . . No takers? BYE-BYE BIRDY!
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[BANG!]
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[THUD!]
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Oh look who we have HERE! It's Fred Rogers of Mister Roger's
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Neighborhood! HE'S DEAD-FUCKING-MEAT IF I DON'T HEAR A PLEDGE FOR $250! I
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don't hear them goddamn PHONES! Can you say EXIT WOUND, Freddy?! I'LL BET
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YOU CAN!
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[BANG!]
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[THUD!]
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Carl Sagan probably has the best mind in America today. AND IT'S GONNA
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BE SPREAD ACROSS THE BACK OF THE STUDIO IF YOU FUCKERS DON'T START FORKIN'
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OVER THE CASH! I ain't hearin' the pledges for BILLIONS and BILLIONS, you
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assholes! You're goin' on a little journey there Carl . . .
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[BANG!]
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[THUD!]
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Probably the best loved actors of the Doctor Who series is Tom Baker.
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I'M GONNA SEND THIS FUCKER BACK TO BRITAIN IN A BODY-BAG UNLESS ONE OF YOU
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CHINTZY BASTARDS STARTS SHELLING OUT! I don't see that pledge total going up!
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[RIIIIING!]
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Hello? What? A THOUSAND DOLLARS!? Okay, I'll let him live. Thank you for
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your pledge, and your $1000 Club membership prize, the lovely box of
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thumbtacks, is coming in the mail.
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[CLICK]
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Well, that ends this pledge break. We now return to Reading Rainbow.
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Now on KVIE Channel 6:
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READING RAINBOW!
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----------------
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With the esteemed Dr. Hunter S. Thompson
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(who has promised not to swear)
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(much)
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So people ask me,
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"Hey Hunter -- how do ya pick up chicks?"
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By the asshole!
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Listen, I wanna talk about that fat swine, Buchan- WAIT A MINUTE! HEY!
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LEGGO! WE HAD AN AGREEMENT!! LEGGO GODDAMNIT! I'M A FAMOUS DOCTOR OF FUCKIN'
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JOURNALISM, YOU ACID-CRAZED SACKS OF PUS!!! FUCKING PUBLIC TELEVISION HAS NO
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BALLS ANYMORE! COME ON, LEGGO! I BETTER GET A CHECK, YOU BASTARDS! I --
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[SLAM!]
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Now on KVIE Channel 6:
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READING RAINBOW!
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With the esteemed LeVar Burton
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(Who would never even DREAM of saying any of those awful things that nasty
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Dr. Thompson said, lest he lose the "Next Generation" gig.)
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(much)
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So a friend asks me,
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"Hey Geordy -- how do you pick up space chicks?"
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"Simple Wesley," I said. "By the asshole!"
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I wanna talk about that fat swine, Buchan- GIT OFF ME! HEY! GIMME THE
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GODDAMN VISOR BACK! YOU TREACHEROUS BASTARDS! GIMME THE FUCKIN' VISOR! COME
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BACK HERE! DATA?! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?! Wes? Will? Beverly? ANYBODY?!
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HELLLL-LO! Anyone there?! Damn, I feel like Ray Charles . . .
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Seven Reasons Why You Shouldn't Buy Things From Door-to-Door Salesmen
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---------------------------------------------------------------------
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[Knock-Knock] [Knock-Knock]
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[click]
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[creeeak]
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Old crone: 'ullo?
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Salesman: 'ello Graham! I'm a door-to-door salesman.
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OC: Go away!
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SM: Did you know there are seven reasons you shouldn't buy things from door-
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to-door salesmen?
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OC: I don't care!
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SM: Well these are seven VERY important reasons, Mum.
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OC: Shove off!
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SM: More than most people realize!
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OC: What are these reasons, then?
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SM: Well, you have to buy this 'ere book to find out.
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OC: 'ere! That's a cheat! I'm not buyin' that!
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SM: You'll never know the reasons then . . .
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OC: I 'adn't thought of that. Let me 'ear one of them.
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SM: Well . . . they might not be British salesmen. They might be French!
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OC: THE BASTARDS!
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SM: Yus Mum! Boozey Frenchmen wot come across the Channel with their cheese
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and wine and froggy ideas about mans' place in the universe, spreadin'
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filth and going on and on and on about Marcell Marso and Jock Crewsto and
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not really knowing anything about bombing peaceful vessels anchored in
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neutral waters . . .
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OC: Worse than Communists!
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SM: Much worse, Mum!
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OC: Worse than Germans?
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SM: Not by a fucking longshot.
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OC: YOU might be French!
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SM: Oui' . . .
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OC: WOT!??
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SM: Nothing, Mum.
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OC: You just spoke FRENCH!
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SM: No no! I'm sure you are mistaken, Madame . . .
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OC: YOU DID IT AGAIN!
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SM: No such thing . . .
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OC: YOU ARE FRENCH!
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SM: Ssssssssssh!
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OC: GREAT FROGGY ALERT, GIRLS!
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The woman downstairs: Give 'im Plan 9, Gladys!
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OC: Right-ho! HEAVE!
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[picks up hapless froggy and chucks him down 18 flights of stairs.]
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OC: TAKE THAT YOU SWINE!
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[slams door]
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YES! Another victory over the French! This one was by Mrs. Gunshotwound in
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Bournsmouth, but you could be our next home-town hero by flattening
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offending froggies whereever they may hide! Here's how you can help!
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REMEMBER:
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1) Stay away from Quebec!
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2) Avoid wine -- drink plenty of Bass & COs. Pale Ale.
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3) Occasional masturbation is not a sign of mental weakness.
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4) The French are very dim. Lure them into alleys with stinking hunks of
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goat cheese and bludgeon them senseless.
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5) Should you encounter an explosives laden froggy, remind him you are not a
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Greenpeace vessel and he'll slink away.
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6) Never let a frenchy feel your genitals.
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Just remember those simple facts and you'll help keep England forever French
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free!
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(Cue: God Save the Queen)
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(fade)
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And now on BBC 2:
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The Voice of America News.
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Pre-sented this eve-en-ning by the Right Honorable Justice Ken P. Conartist.
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[slightly dotty, over-blown male's voice.): Good evening all you Limeys out
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there. This is Mr. Apricot . . . CONARTIST! speaking to you tonight on the
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Voice of America. We are here to inform you, the British listener, that all
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those lies you hear about America just aren't true. There are many well made
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American cars. Reagan did many things RIGHT during his presidency, too! And
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gangs of insane youth toting automatic weapons do not roam the streets of
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our larger cities randomly shooting people. Much. Furthermore . . .
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[* c-r-a-c-k-! *]
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[WAH-BOOOOHMPH! -thud!-]
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[* C-R-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-C-K-K-K-K-K-K-K-K-K-K-L-L-L-L-L-E-E-E-E!! *]
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[control room voice]: Oh Christ, what's happened to 'im now?
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[floor manager]: Hit by lightening! Kilt 'im dead!
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CM: That's THREE in the last bloody week!
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FM: What's doin' it, then?
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Announcer: "What's doin' it?", indeed! Why, it's the . . .
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-*- N E W -*-
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W R A T H
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O'
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G O D
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Personal Protection Substance
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YES! All the power of Jehovah packed into this tiny 3 ounce can! Yet it can
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stop attackers in an instant and it hunts down perverts and gives 'em wot's
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comin'!
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[cut to real prim, uptight, stick-up-the-ass type woman holding can out at
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arm's length and firing it.]
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[cut to Arab masturbating over a camel (not the cigarette) in the desert.
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Lightning zaps up from over the horizon, nails him in the ass and blows him
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to hell. Camel chews cud.]
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God: That'a'way, Maggie! Now about getting this Poll Tax thing through . . .
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-*- N E W -*-
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W R A T H
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O'
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G O D
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Stops Attackers,
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Kills Perverts.
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What more could a Republican want?
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[Two women standing in supermarket aisle.]
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Woman 1: Ya know Butch, I wish I was as smart as Dan Quayle. I mean, he was
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just a hometown kid who became Vice President. Not to mention his important
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new role as Chief Asteroid Watcher. He's just so smart!
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Woman 2: Well now you can, Bob! With the new Dan Quayle Home Lobotomy Kit,
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you can be as smart as our beloved Vice President in a snap. Includes
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needles, cutting wire and a 220v "Skull Fuck" brand power drill! Just drill
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these 4 small holes, insert the cutting wire with the needle, and PULL!
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Walla! That troublesome ol' frontal cortex is gone and you're as bright as
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Dan Quayle. Maybe even BRIGHTER!
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Woman 1: I'll get that!
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Announcer: Yes, the Dan Quayle Home Lobotomy Kit is available at finer K-
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MARTS and Walco's.
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(C) 1990 Yucks For You, Inc.
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Comments & Flames to Author:
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{ ucbvax | uunet }!ucdavis!spked!sactoh0!smb (Mike Beebe)
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Mailing List Requests: smbancroft@ucdavis.edu (Steven Bancroft)
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All Back-issues are available by E-mail request from smbancroft@ucdavis.edu
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or by anonymous ftp from bikini.cis.ufl.edu [128.227.224.1] in directory
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/pub/mikesmad. Many Thanks to Eric Johnson (@ufl.edu) for all his work
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in keeping the Madnesses up for ftp. "Thanks Eric!"
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