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°°°The HQ of SDBP, inc - 415/236/2371°°The Electric Pub - 415/236/4380°°°°
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°Primary Drop Sites°°°°°°Rat Head - 415/524/3649°°°°°Primary Drop Sites°°°
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* Authors: Pressed Rat, Doctor Murdock, Element Lad, Rabid Liberal, *
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* & Bud The Budweiser Person *
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but have YOU ever tried sucking a narcotic sea-monster?
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Them toad-suckers, Them moose-goosers,
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how 'bout them toad suckers How bout them moose-goosers,
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ain't they quogs Ain't they cloose?
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Sittin' there suckin them Out in them boondocks green
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toady frogs. Goosin' them moose.
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Suckin' them bog frogs Goosin' them huge moose,
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Suckin' them chunkers, Goosin' them tiny.
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Suckin' them leapy types Goosin' them meadow moose
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Suckin' them plunkers. In they hiney.
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Them hugger-mugger toad suckers Them obtuse moose-goosers,
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way down south Out in the woods,
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Stuffin' them horny-toads Goosin' them snoozin' moose
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In they mouth. In they goods.
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How to be a toad-sucker? How to be a moose-gooser?
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No way to duck it! It'll turn ya puce!
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Get Yerself a Toad... Get yer gooser loose,
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Rare back and Suck it! And Rowse a Drowsy Moose!
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2 more rarely enjoyed fiendish things from Presesd Rat
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(>
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From :Skanklord The Almighty #550 (aka. Dr. Murdock after drinking an
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To :All
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Subject :Listen! orange
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DateTime:12:02 am Sat Jun 16, 1990 (C:\somewhere in tIme.) potion
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he
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received
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from
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Rabid
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Liberal)
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/// Holly holly called me charlie and ate my hand!
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) ) Kicked my head and fed me a magic wand called yellow cat!
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.".
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___> Oh and laurie knows my name but she just might spray the duck!?
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)8& Little little are the birds that fly! Through the mouth and through
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the sky!
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`[} And the red rises through the nose of the Plartarium and into the night!
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./: DROP YOUR BOMBS AND LET IT BURN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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/''' Rape the woman and pillage the goats!
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;;;; .....and escape in our little mInI boats! Yip yip!
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..
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.. bACK iN mY rOOM AgaiN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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==+ The entrivilous factor of seven must be diversa fide by the dog named
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^ phydeau..... oh NO oh NO! the television is grey! ouch ouch! and and
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and..and.....it's 110 degrees outside!! but I have my AXE!!!!!
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---> And I've tamed the Nymph twice since we last spoke. spekt--)>>>
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(*) RRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK OOOOOOUUUUUUUUTTT! {cut}
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^7^_ The curbs are 4 feet high! Yowzer! That hurt my groin!!!
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0_-- And the corner store sells posionous, fudge covered oreo's!!!
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_-_- and the fAT lady droPPed hER water then dropped hER kid!!!
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<<<<<<<<<<<<12121{really??}<<<<2121 ---- huh?
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()()( <<<<It's the TRUE SATAN!!!! SCARED???!!!!!!!!>>>>>>>>
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{,.,) ________________pain is only dealt with your left lobe______
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_&&- demonononononone! I SAID DEMONON!24<1
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<2
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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
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Hatch is closing..........so wwavee and shout at the fnord!
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wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait!!! oh no!
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LET IT BURRRNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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..
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.
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.
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.{boink}
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ROLLING LOADED!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gimmie another shot!!!! Nonono, it
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contains an answer to the ultimate question of primal neuro states and
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existence! And not only that but it could forofeeeeit the ranch!!!!!
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O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh-- N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o--- everythings tilting to
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the left and to the right! <it's a Thought!> Huh? What? Huh? What*?.x
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<SMACK!!!!!> That's it!! You're being put back 2 spaces for stupidity!!
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MMMMMMMUUUUUUUUUUUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH!
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<IIIIIIIInnnnnnnnnnnHHHHhhhhhhhhAAAAAAAaaaaaaaLLLLLlllllEEEEEeee!!!>
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A man comes running up to you with his head slighty cracked (and looks to
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have been cause by magical means), he stops at your face and shouts at the top
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of his lungs...
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"II++ JuuuuuuuuuuuusT lOSt a SaNiTy POINT!!!!!!"
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<shiver> <ache pain> <rollover die>
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And so on.......
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P.s. - The sock is pregnant...I repeat....the rock is stagnant....
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Hey, lookie thar! It's the 2 little five year old Imps of Hilter!!
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DOG DAMN YOU!!! IF I'VE TOLD YOU ONCE! I'VE TOLD YOU A thousand TIMES!!!
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fEED yOUR hEAD(s)!!!!!
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Mizzle Mizzle!
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I gottta horse to catch!
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ror!
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[^ Bud's Liquor Cabinet ^]
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[50] Read:(1-50,<CR>,A,B,D,M,N,P,R,S,Q,U,W,=,?):
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=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
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From --------> <Pressed Rat>
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To --> All Those Who Drub Deir Dings
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psssst!
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hey you! have you ever found the big button under the 3rd seat on the
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left (if, say you're boarding from the west in Berkeley) in BART, the big red
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impending-doom-like ominous button that says "IDIOT BUTTON" in little aqua
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letters? I have. I pushed it once...
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Next thing I knew, the train slowed down a little bit, got up on legs
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and walked off the track. It began to walk up University avenue, kinda
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swaying from side to side, and began to digest its passengers. Not me,
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though, because I had smartly brought my acid-proof ABC (all-body condom) in
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case of just such an emergency. Two more corners and it began to crawl the
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wrong way down telegraph. I politely hit the air brake and got off at
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Annapurna to buy incense, but I really kinda wonder where it went after that.
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Anybody seen a BART train running around s. berkeley / n. oakland that thinks
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it's a Mr. Snuffle-Uppagus?
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p/r
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[50/50]
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From :Sir Death #1
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To :To Whom It May Concern.
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Subject :=*=
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DateTime:10:51 pm Mon Jun 04, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-29297.1)
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Hey, have you seen Dune?
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No I have never seen Dune.
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It was an awsome movie, dood. You really should have seen it, man.
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Oh.
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I wish it would stop that.
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It is your turn, rackem.
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No, I won last time, You rackem.
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Well, we won't play, cause I ain't a rackenm ROY!
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Bullshit man.
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Buuullshit maaan.
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No way.
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Ok I'll break, you rackem.
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Ok, you're solids.
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Damn! Well, I guess I'll have to be Lucky!
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You're going to need to be, Ed.
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Nice shot.
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I hit my shoe today, with a baseball bat, just to prove the were steal
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toe, I think they're dented
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My name is Lucky...
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This is my famous walk the dog shot shot.
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Thank you.
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LUCK!
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Let's be serious about this situation, Ed
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And fuck a toad, LUCKYY
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Oh god.
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Damn
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Sonofabitch
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Is the fifteen ball legal?
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It's about fifty percent.
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I just wanted you to know that.
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We should get a rule book.
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We're a long ways away
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Guy hasn't heard a word of what we have said
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Oh yeah?
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More worried about my luck
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Could take another shot of Everclear.. Or we couldn't.....
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Gonna be back Sunday night?
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Yep!
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We have to be there at Eight. It lasts a long time...
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What will we do?
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Will walk around for twelve hours
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We will have to bring jackets
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It will be dark
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STars on a clear night, on Acid will be great!
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I've heard it was real cool
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Do you remember last night when we were rip roarin?
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You took astronomy, when does he sendem?
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What makes it so big, yellow I mean
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It just looks bigger
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Look into the whole and it will look the same
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Oh wait, here we go
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I want to go for a cool FReshin
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Let's not let ROY enjoy hisself
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Distortion pe, man.
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Comon bank the twelve man...
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I guess you're not the player I am
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Lucky
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Did you ever read Lord of the Flies, I'm reading it
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All those naked boys running around in the sand
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Did you mean that?
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It's my turn
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It's ok I'll still have to beat you
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Lucky
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Luucky
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Ha ha harhahrhar
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Lucky, as luck would have it
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God dammit
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Haven't seen luck like that, since I was lucky
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Lucky get in here!
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Thats not what I wanted to do
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Lucky
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What are you going to Tahoe for?
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Look for a cabin this summer, oh my family goes up there...
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You're not going to drink booze and gamble?
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If we're lucky we can do both
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Lucky
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HA! You missed!
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It's Ok I knew what my purpose was
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IF is wasn't for that first ball
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Phlesbsbstttt
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Scratch o rama
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Lucky!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Time left: 445:37:02 ("?"=Help)
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(->
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It BETTER not rain tomorrow. Because if it does, then I am just going
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to have to drink faster. I didn't want you people to have to see that, but a
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person must do what he must....
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(or she....but that's another fantasy...)
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RoR
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(air-burst meaning that the fireball is far enough from the earth's surface
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that there is no ground material uptake into the high temperature portion of
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the mushroom cloud).
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Element Lad, "whoah gravity check there, mon... "
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latere
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el
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"I think I will go watch my 'Tommy" video tape again"
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From :Pressed Rat (the Sire of Oppress-ed-ness...)
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Subject :Chickenzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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DateTime:11:41 am Mon May 14, 1990
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Y'see, all domestic chickens are born with an inherent belief
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(wrongly) that they cannot fly, when in truth they can. They only have to
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realize it.
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Similarly, you can fly yourself, but since you have a slightly bigger
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brain than a chicken (i guess...), you have a greater mental block against it.
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Whereas it's quite possible to scare or shake a chicken out of its disbelief,
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yours is probably very strong, as is most people's.
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It just gets better too... as soon as you Realize it, you can go swim
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in the ground, eat concrete, and all sorts of mean nast Hor'ble things!
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In short, I have one point to make and it is this:
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"Come to where the flavor is! Play the Goat for a while."
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p.s. ~~ I just saw a flock of migrating chickens pass by my window. They
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were within a 3-mile radius of a herd of cows and wearing little oakland
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raiders helmetz. guess who!
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pr
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From :Bud The Budweiser Person #5
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Subject :Hey!
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DateTime:12:18 am Tue May 15, 1990
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Everybody, I'm loaded!! I like it.! And, I am Bud. Hey...I like booze,
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but most of all, I like little 15 year old girls. Seriously. I may be a bit
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older than 'em....but have ya ever finger banged a little 15 or 16 year older?
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With their little smiling, teesing faces and giggles. Oh yeah, there's
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nothin like it. One finger, two fingers, three, four -- hey, hey....they
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start screamin and moaning!! It's great! I don't like to admit it, but I
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guess it's cuz I'm drunk.
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There little tight cunts and little tiny purt breasts!
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I like to wrap Himanmembrains around my tounge..
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Thats's just me though.`
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Yummmmmmmmmmmmmmm, nothin like it.
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Ya got a sister?
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God, help me. No....I take that back.
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...booze...
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From :Pressed Rat #16
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To :All
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Subject :Ok, while we're confessing:...
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DateTime:3:27 am Fri May 18, 1990
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Yep! I, too, have a confession to make. I suffer from
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obsessive/compulsive disorder. I am obsessed with body symmetry. If I turn
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around clockwise in the shower, I must turn back counterclockwise again before
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washing my hair. If I spin around to the left while going down the stairs for
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breakfast I must go the other way coming up. I don't know what would happen
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if I didn't. I would probably disintegrate and be mailed in little pieces to
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the Department of X-Key upkeeping secretaries, where they'd coo and coddle
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over my variant parts and record the subtle limes of reason, then raise the
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raisin of a violent spectre beside my lampshade head. Upon this, the
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remaining passion for patience would be gently removed from my shoes and the
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whole cycle would begin anew.
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I am obsessed with making sure my head does not roll one way or the other
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on the pillow at night. If there was a net roll to the east or west, I would
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eventually roll all the way to Afghanistan before i woke up, then awake to
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find myself a stranger in a stringy land of stringent strick smitten smiley
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smiters, smouldering in a semblance of a semi-sapient smithy in spite of the
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tennis.
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Besides this, there's the problem of going up-down-down-up and
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down-up-up-down. Let me illustrate, it's like this:
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Here's one basic cell.
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-__-
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And the basic cell can be combined. here's a second-order cell...
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-__- -__-
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_--__--_
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and the reverses of these are:
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_--_ and -__--__-
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_--_ _--_
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Now an even bigger one would go like this:
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-__- -__- -__- -__-
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-__--__- _--__--_ _--__--_ -__--__-
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_--_ _--_ _--_ _--_ .
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And this could be inverted too, with various conclusions.
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See, it's all binary and I could go on farther but it would go beyond
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the screen.
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But it's all binary and the point is, how many of these larger and larger
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meta-cycles can you hold in y0ur head bef0re you have t0 banish y0urself to
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L0wer Sl0b0via where you are to live for ten years in self-imposed solitary
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confinement, eating only the battered and rejected frozen-ammonia bars that
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never made it on the international stoics' market for unrequested treats?
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How long? Just how long would YOU last? I'm really not sure how long I'd
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last. It would be interesting to try. SO many things would be s0 interesting
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to just try yi yi yi... try sampling a smattering of smee!
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Or say "smee" (or whatever the word happens to be in your world) from Beyond
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Zork and see where it gets you. Also, ever tried wielding the phase blade and
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using it to destroy the vague outline? Now THERE's a good trick!
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Adios guacamoles! I continue unabated in my research and will let you know
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how it goes. For now, it appears that the whether report will include many
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Evil Twin Bunny skirmishes in the vicinity of El Cerrito... Maybe they'll
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visit U, 2.
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pr
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(->/G
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