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This is the first "Volume" Edition of [MiLK].
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Basically I felt that I had too many Submissions lying around
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to put them all in seperate files, so I just made this one big
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spew. but Enough with the Intro.
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"Spam" -Yohan Bawk
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"The REAL Madonna" -Whoops
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"Literary Terms" -Yohan Bawk
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"Poetry, or something.." -Psycotic Ambition
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"Anarchy Utility" -Yohan Bawk
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"Indiana Drivers SUCK!" -IceMECH
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"KRaD uTiLiTY" -Yohan Bawk
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"Fun in the Hole" -Nature Boy
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"42 Fun things / Hospital" -Epic
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"How To / Dictator" -James Hetfield
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Today we're going to tell you about Spam. In case you didn't read the
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nifty title up there, Spam is fucking wonderful shit. We'll tell you
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more about its uses later, for now, what is it?
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[ Figure A. Spam ]
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Spam comes in great big cans. As I write this, there is a huge ass can
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of Spam sitting in front of me, just inches from my face. Spam was
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created and is currently manufactured by the Hormel company, you know,
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that meat company that makes those disgusting little canned sausages
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that taste like rotten hot dogs. On the cover of the can of Spam,
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there is a picture of a roasted ham, glazed on top, with little cloves
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on the scored top, a sprig of parsley decorating the picturesque
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repast. However, do not be fooled, Spam is not ham. What is Spam?
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Well, the ingredients are pork, ham, salt, water, sugar, and sodium
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nitrate. Ignore the sodium nitrate, it's just preservative.
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Now then. Spam comes in big 12oz. cans with a little pull-ring top.
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Pull the ring and the five-year-old air from within the can expels
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itself with a satisfied *splut*. Now wrench the cover off, and shake
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the can until the huge gelatinous mass comes quivering out onto a
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plate. Your Spam is "fully cooked, ready to eat--cold or hot," but
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frankly, ewwww! When Spam is cold the oily stuff in the can oozes all
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over it and little globs of gelatinous fat adorn the pink blob. Yeech.
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Anyway, heat your Spam up and eat it.
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There are several ways to heat Spam up, but using a frying pan to fry
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the junk is usually the best way. Second best is using an oven. By no
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means should you ever boil it, that would be disgusting, or steam it,
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that would be worse. I have never microwaved Spam. If you microwave
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Spam, there is always the possibility that the lamprey larvae living in
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the Spam will be genetically altered by the microwave radiation and be
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prematurely activated, before your stomach's gastric juices can kill
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them. That would be bad. Anyway, heat your Spam up, but BY NO MEANS
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SHOULD YOU EVER SALT IT. In fact, if you have bland food, just put a
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sliver of Spam in it, and the salt will diffuse into the bland food by
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osmosis, down the concentration gradient. However, when you eat Spam,
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you must eat it plain, to savor its intense flavor. Using bread or
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some other form of buffer to dilute the saltiness is cheating yourself
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of the true concept of Spam. Beware, it is very salty. Do not be
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alarmed if you begin to drool halfway into a meal of Spam, it is a
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normal reaction and all part of the Spam Experience.
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What else is Spam good for? Spam is wonderful for making sculptures.
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It is more versatile than modeling clay, in that it is not as heavy and
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will not retain fingerprints. It is easier to sculpt, in that using a
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knife to flake off slivers of Spam will work better than doing that
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same thing with clay. And, if the sculpture is an utter failure, you
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can fry it up and eat it. If you do not plan to eat your masterpiece,
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coat it with Elmer's Glue, yes, the disgusting white junk that smells
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like crap. It will seal a snotty cover around the entire thing and
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prevent flies from getting to it. This glue cover, if sufficiently
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airtight, will also kill the budding lamprey larvae. Unfortunately if
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you do not put a thick enough cover on, and there is a leak, the
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lamprey larvae will eventually break out and ruin the sculpture. Good
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things to sculpture with Spam include little animals (elephants are the
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easiest), dinosaurs, famous rock stars (you can usually use a blob for
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the face), text file authors, and even phallic symbols.
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Spam can also be used to flavor drinks. Although the stuff is greasy,
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which will leave a disgusting film on top of the drink, if you use a
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straw you will not notice. Just grind up the Spam, letting the liquid
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in the Spam run down. You do NOT want to use the liquid, it is pure
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grease without any salt in it. Now put the Spam into a drink which
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does not have enough flavor and shake well. You can be sure that the
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drink will now be packed with flavor. Some people dislike this method
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of using Spam.
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Too much Spam can be fatal, so do not eat the stuff in large doses, one
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can is more than enough for one meal. Always eat Spam with Tang, the
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concentrated sugar experience--Tang requires no Spam flavoring.
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The Real Madonna
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Many of you may know her already--the blond, lascivious, lucious
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enchantress. But were you aware of her secret life--the REAL
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madonna..behind the movie screens, the bitchy attitude, the stuck up nose, the
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pelvis thrust, the chastity belts made of paper that weren't really much good
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anyway.. but well, that's another story. But what lies behind that facade?
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Well, you're just about to find out.
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When Madonna was a small girl, growing up in southern Tennessee, the one
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thing she yearned for was to become a wife. She adored her father and wanted
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to be exactly what her mother was to her father: slave. She did everything her
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daddy wanted, even dressing up in those skimpy dresses that weren't really
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much fun to play in at all, even when daddy hurt her in that one place and she
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didn't understand why. She never did tell mommy about it, because when she was
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even younger, she'd seen daddy doing the same thing to mommy, so she figured
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it was normal and she just must have been weird-in-the-head and she better
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stop it so that she can be a better slave and not write all these run on
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sentences.
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Young Madonna's name wasn't even Madonna. Her name was Bessie--her father
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named her after his best cow. He always used to talk about what a fine cow
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that Bessie was.. Bessie helped the poor farmers through the hardest times,
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and the father had formed a..shall we say..special...attachment...to the cow.
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But that disease wasn't well-known until much later. But
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young-Bessie-that-eventually-became-virtuous-Madonna loved her father and
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everything he loved, so she loved Bessie-the-cow, her namesake, also.
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When Bessie was about 10 years old, her mother passed away. She was 29 and
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died while trying to give birth to her 9th child with Bessie's father. The
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baby died soon after, and Bessie's father was in a horrible mood after the
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baby died. Bessie wondered what "dumb bitch couldn't even bring me some more
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welfare" meant but she never did get around to asking her father.
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Now, Bessie loved her mother and father very much and wanted to keep her
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mother's memory alive, so she decided to take her mother's place. She did all
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the chores that her mother did, plus some new additional ones that her papa
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taught her. She never really did enjoy the things papa taught her, but papa
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knows best. I mean, after all, she was his slave, what else did she need in
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life?
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All in all, Bessie was one happy gal. She lived a happy life on the farm
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for the next five years being slave. When she was fifteen, however, she
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accidentally broke the old rusting lock on an old door in the barn and peered
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inside the cavernous space. She saw glints of light reflected off of some
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metal. After a closer inspection, she discovered whips, chains and all sorts
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of interesting toys. At this point, Bessie found her calling. She grabbed
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all the sexual devices (for that's what they really were, though the poor girl
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was too ignorant at that point to even know that) and ran out away from the
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farm. She would never return.
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Bessie ran and ran and ran and ran for hours and hours and sentences and
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sentences and sentences and lines and lines and lines. Eventually, the chains
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wore her down and she sat by the roadside to rest. She leaned up against the
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decrepit fence at the edge of the road and drifted off to dreamland. She
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dreamt about her father, and how much she missed him, but she knew that she
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had somehow found something that would link her to her future, her fate. Then
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her dream started shaking, and when she woke up, she found herself lying down
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in the back of a truck wobbling its way down the bumpy road. She sat up and
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looked around her, first checking for her chains--phew, they were right there
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next to her. The truck passed through miles of cornfield and flat lands, and
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Bessie realized by that point that she must be in Illinois. She was scared of
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who the people in the truck were, so she grabbed her toys and jumped out at
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the first sign of life--which happened to be chicago.
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Bessie carried her toys down into the city, earning a few dollars by
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selling some to passerbys that admired her whips. She would crack the whips on
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street corners to get people to come over and pay attention, usually getting
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lots of attention (For she was a rather nice looking girl, after all) except
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from the old women that called her a young whippersnapper. (ouch.) In one day,
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she earned enough money (for her chains were of the highest quality) to get an
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audition. (Well, after all, that's what everyone wants to be--a starving
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artist of some sort) The nice men at the audition liked her legs so much (i
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mean, they liked her so much) that they gave her a job. All she had to do was
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lie on a bed and scream and they would videotape her and give her lots of
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money. Well, this sounded great to Bessie, after all, she loved being a slave.
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One day while she was lying and screaming, a man rushed in from somewhere
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and shouted "YES! that's her! that voice.. the tone..the pitch..it's perfect!"
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and they took Bessie away.
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"What's your name, girl?" asked the man.
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"Bessie," she replied.
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"Dreadful. Sounds like the name of a cow. It'll have to go.. all right,
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we're into the opposites.. let's name her after one of the most saintly
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figures.. Madonna. How's that sound? That's your new name."
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"Okey-Dokey," madonna replied. She was happy.
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Madonna started training, taking lessons for singing and lessons for how
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to writhe around to get young and old men alike to look at her and lessons for
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how to play the flute (for one must always be well-rounded. and <whistle> boy
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was she well-rounded). And eventually, she even became kinda good at it. She
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could actually carry a tune. But that was probably from all the years of hard
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work on the farm.. She'd built up lots of strength back then.
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Eventually Madonna came to be quite well-known. She even began to
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develop.. <god forbid> a personality. That of a vixen, but still, a
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personality. She did have a fascination with locks and little boys (probably
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stemming from her experiences with finding the chains and god knows where the
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little boys bit came from) but other than that, she was a normal sex queen.
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Her 'music' became very popular, and Madonna even got to do the
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writhing-around-on-the-bed-bit on STAGE! The whips and chains and chastity
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belts came in later on in her career, but Madonna was, in a word...happy.
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And that is how Madonna came to be. Once an innocent young girl with
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aspirations of becoming a slave, now a lewd lascivious leering Lolita with
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aspirations of shocking as many people as she could.
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Literary Terms
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Useful Guide by Biff Thelmus Bonglemeister III...
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striking fear into the hearts of teachers everywhere
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Boy, English teachers are sure full of shit. In fact, I bet your
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English teacher makes you memorize/regurgitate all sorts of "literary
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terms," they LOVE that one, those freaks. So here we are, all the
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literary terms you'll ever want, WITH EXAMPLES!!! For the sake of
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convenience the guy in some of the examples has this name we pulled
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totally out of thin air, he's called Neil Zibble. Okay here we go:
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Acronym: This is a bunch of letters, not succeeded by periods, which
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stand for something or other, like NASA or SCUBA or BLaH or MiLK, or
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even MK][.
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Alliteration: Consanance at the beginning of words, i.e. "Scott self
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services while singing." Cf. CONSANANCE
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Allusion: This is where some guy is not original enough to keep his own
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head afloat, and refers to some other guy, e.g. (boy, don't you love
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Latin? Nobody understands it, not even you, but it makes ya look
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damned SMART) when you make a reference to someone else's work. So
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it's a lot like plagarism, it's like when I say "boy that text file
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BLAH-042.TXT, the BLaH Field Guide To Lampreys, boy that's a pretty
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hot piece of work," I am ALLUDING to that.
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Assonance: Repitition of vowel sounds, like "NeEEeil eEEes a peEEenis"
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(emphasis added) or "go blow a G.I. Joe." Cf. CONSANANCE
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Bad Joke: Your face. Hah! Hah! Hah. Cf. VERY WORST JOKE
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Climax: EWWW!! What are YOU thinking of, don't deny it! This is a
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LITERARY climax, that's when the plot of the story gets its most
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exciting. For example, if some book was about Neil Zibble killing
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(another hypothetical person) Scott Chazin, the part when Neil shoots
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Scott is the climax. Cf. RISING ACTION, FALLING ACTION, CONCLUSION
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Conclusion: This is the resolution of a book, where all the loose ends
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get tied up and the main character wakes up discovering that it was
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all a dream. At least, that happens on "Dallas." Example: Neil
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Zibble has finished axe-murdering people, now he wakes up and finds
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out it was all a sadomasichist dream. Cf. FALLING ACTION
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Conflict: A fight of some sort. There are four kinds of conflict:
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Man-vs-Man: Where person(s) are against other person(s), i.e. Neil
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Zibble fights Scott Chazin.
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Man-vs-Nature: Where person(s) are fighting against Nature, i.e. Neil
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Zibble is getting eaten by a lamprey.
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Man-vs-Society: Where person(s) are being fucked over (not fucked,
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fucked over) by society, i.e. Neil Zibble is framed for shooting
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someone else's dog when Scott Chazin was the guy who did it.
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Man-vs-Himself: Where there is an INTERNAL CONFLICT, i.e. Neil Zibble
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debates whether masterbation is evil. Cf. INTERNAL CONFLICT
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Consanance: Repitition of consanant sounds, like NNNneil the
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nNNnecrophiliac nNNneeds banNNnanNNna dDDdildDDdos (emphasis added).
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Cf. ASSONANCE
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Falling Action: This is what happens after the climax, when we begin
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working towards the conclusion. No example, Cf. CONCLUSION
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Hook: This is an introduction or a beginning (or just part of a story)
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designed to catch one's eye and thus make someone want to read
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something. Example: see SADOMASICHISM
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Internal Conflict: This is a man-vs-himself conflict, which can either
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be the entire conflict of a book or just a little chapter of it,
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i.e. a whole book based on internal conflict would be Neil Zibble
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debating whether to kill his dad, a chapter maybe when Neil Zibble
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asks himself if he should or should not wear a condom. Cf. CONFLICT
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Irony: This is where something opposite to what one would expect
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happens. For example: Neil Zibble is masturbating, and then he says,
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"I'm not repressed," that's irony. Then when he says, "but I bet you
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are and I can help you," that's sick. Cf. SARCASM
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Recursive Acronym: An acronym that refers to itself, like GNU ("GNU's
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not Unix"), or RAS ("Recursive Acronyms Suck").
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Rhyme: There are lots of different kinds of rhyme, rhyme is strong
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assonance at the end of a line, like "Neil Zibble is a schmuck/He
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||
masterbates in the muck." Cf. ASSONANCE, SLANT RHYME
|
||
|
||
Rising Action: Another amazing example of how disgusting literary terms
|
||
can sound, especially when we consider that this is how we get to the
|
||
climax. Yes, that's right, the author starts the rising action which
|
||
builds to the climax, example is in a book about Neil Zibble the
|
||
small furry animal torturer, rising action is how he was abused as a
|
||
kid and watched a small furry animal bite his neck. Cf. CLIMAX
|
||
|
||
Rime: see RHYME
|
||
|
||
Sadomasichism: Not a literary term, we put it in here as an example for
|
||
HOOK, this caught your eye, didn't it?
|
||
|
||
Sarcasm: This is irony, but said in a spirit of sadism, e.g. irony used
|
||
to hurt someone. Example: Scott Chazin says to Neil Zibble, "boy,
|
||
masterbation is NORmal, don't worry," and then starts cracking up.
|
||
Cf. IRONY
|
||
|
||
Slant Rhyme: Rhyme that is not exact, like "penis" and "slice." A
|
||
half-rhyme, sometimes called a "female" rhyme. or a "sprung" rhyme.
|
||
Cf. RHYME
|
||
|
||
Very Worst Joke: Your MOTHER's face. Hah! Hah! Hah. Cf. BAD JOKE
|
||
|
||
- Ä -ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ-Ä Ä Ä
|
||
|
||
Sea Of Pain....By Psychotic Ambition
|
||
|
||
I am sailing
|
||
Sailing the sea of pain
|
||
|
||
The ending I can't forsee
|
||
But the pain is acompaning me
|
||
|
||
Slowly I am becoming weak
|
||
Survival is what I seek
|
||
|
||
Laugher is what I hear
|
||
Day and Night every year
|
||
|
||
It laughs at my help cries
|
||
Darkness engulfs the skies
|
||
|
||
Storm is drawing near
|
||
I am running out of time I fear
|
||
|
||
I am slowly moving ahead
|
||
In the right direction is yet to be said
|
||
|
||
My boat has a leak
|
||
My outlook looks bleak
|
||
|
||
But I'll try to find a way
|
||
To escape from the price I pay
|
||
|
||
I am sailing the sea of pain
|
||
My efforts to escape are in vain
|
||
|
||
Serve by Psychotic Ambition
|
||
---------------------------
|
||
|
||
Serve your master
|
||
You know who he is
|
||
|
||
Serve your master
|
||
You know that he bids
|
||
|
||
Serve your master
|
||
Or pay the price
|
||
|
||
Serve your master
|
||
You're trapped like mice.
|
||
|
||
Serve your master
|
||
He's coming over
|
||
|
||
Serve your master
|
||
Your life is over
|
||
|
||
Rain by Psychotic Ambition
|
||
-------------------------
|
||
|
||
One by one they all descend
|
||
Their destination unknown
|
||
|
||
Easily carried by the wind
|
||
They are persuaded here and there
|
||
|
||
Though they travel different routes
|
||
They all end in the same place
|
||
|
||
But that is not the end of their journey
|
||
For it is neverending
|
||
|
||
Over and over they travel
|
||
Not knowing where they might land
|
||
|
||
- Ä -ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ-Ä Ä Ä
|
||
|
||
Anarchy Utility
|
||
---------------
|
||
|
||
Converts text files to Anarchist, "I'm a Hacker Wannabee Who Knows
|
||
Stupid Computer Characters and Extended ASCII Codes" format. This is
|
||
really useful for generating huge text files in totally nonsensical
|
||
format. It's hard to read, so encrypt files with swears or explicit
|
||
sex in them so parents reading them over your shoulder will get
|
||
headaches and die! Or, convert your entire TERM PAPER to Anarchist
|
||
format, and annoy the SHIT out of your teachers!!
|
||
|
||
ANARCHY is a file viewer, use it exactly like you use the DOS command
|
||
TYPE (you know, the command that views the contents of a file). At the
|
||
DOS prompt just type:
|
||
|
||
C:\>ANARCHY {filename}
|
||
|
||
Where {filename} is the filename to be converted. This will display
|
||
the contents of {filename} in Anarchist format. If you want to save
|
||
this neat-O Anarchist formatted-text in another file, use standard DOS
|
||
redirection piping, like so:
|
||
|
||
C:\>ANARCHY {filename1} > {filename2}
|
||
|
||
Where {filename1} is the file to read from, and {filename2} is the file
|
||
to be written to.
|
||
|
||
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
|
||
|
||
An example, before conversion...
|
||
|
||
Listen to the voices in your head, that say to you:
|
||
Cheat on tests, it doesn't matter, nobody cares.
|
||
Kill your neighbor's lawn with DranO the next chance you get.
|
||
Look, there's a dog, bean it with that rock!
|
||
Teachers... and whips... a good combination!
|
||
Set your house on fire!
|
||
Listen to heavy metal... and KILL YOURSELF!
|
||
|
||
And after conversion.
|
||
|
||
L¡zÅîï Å” Åhî v”¡‡îz ¡ï y”<79>â hî ë, Åh Å z y Å” y”<79>:
|
||
›hî Å ”ï ÅîzÅz, ¡Å ë”îzï'Å m ÅÅîâ, ï”b”ëy ‡ âîz.
|
||
]<¡|| y”<79>â ïî¡9hb”â'z | vvï vv¡Åh ])â ï0 Åhî ïîxÅ ‡h ï‡î y”<79> 9îÅ.
|
||
L””k, Åhîâî'z ë”9, bî ï ¡Å vv¡Åh Åh Š┇k!
|
||
çî ‡hîâz... ïë vvh¡æz... 9””ë ‡”mb¡ï Å¡”ï!
|
||
5îÅ y”<79>â h”<68>zî ”ï Ÿ¡âî!
|
||
L¡zÅîï Å” hî vy mîÅ |... ïë ]<|LL <20>0šâ5äLF!
|
||
|
||
- Ä -ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ-Ä Ä Ä
|
||
|
||
|
||
"Indiana Drivers, They Suck!"
|
||
|
||
Hello, I'm back. . .
|
||
Well, I'm here to tell you about some of the world's worst drivers, Indiana
|
||
drivers. There is BAD driving, then there is stupid driving, then the
|
||
combination of the two, "Indiana Drivers." They are in a class all their
|
||
own. I'm sorry if you have any relitavies in that state or you live there.
|
||
If you moved there, mostlikly you don't drive like them so don't wory.
|
||
|
||
Ok, here goes it. . .
|
||
|
||
. . .They drive at 40mph no matter what the speed limit (i live in Crete,
|
||
about 30 sec from Indiana), slower if they are old or have a really crappy
|
||
car. They insist on driving in what ever lane will piss off the most people
|
||
or so it seems. Picture it, your gonna make it to school in just enough time
|
||
to get to your locker and to your first class (home room for me, yes HR in
|
||
High School). You pull out onto the main street, start going at about 45
|
||
in a 40. You come up on an Indiana driver, going say 35. The clock ticking
|
||
towards 8am, you are behind by about 2 min now because you've been following
|
||
this guy for about 5 min. You finally get to a 4 lane road (route 30) and
|
||
pass the guy cause you decide to go the speed limit (or 5 mph over), it seems
|
||
that you have passed him so quick your going 70 or 80, you check, your lucky
|
||
your only going 60, no, just kidding, your going 50 in a 45. You wonder why
|
||
this person "must" go 35 or 40 in this zone. Oh well, you continue up till
|
||
Burnham and 83. You turn onto Burnham and accelerate up to 55, the speed
|
||
limit is 50 till the airport (about 3 to 5 miles). You come up on another
|
||
Indiana driver, now your on his bumper going 40 - 45. You finally get up
|
||
to the light, make your left turn. It's the home strech (or school strech),
|
||
you have no one infront of you and you arive to school, park your care
|
||
in some lame way that the principal said to or he'd have your car towed.
|
||
You sprint into the school, you get past the hall to the library and you hear
|
||
"RIIINNNNNGGGGGGGG!" It's the 8am bell, your late, life sux and another
|
||
damn Indiana driver/person FUCKS up again and will not even pay for it, or
|
||
even care, except for the fact that they will never get a ticket for going
|
||
too fast, but who knows about going too slow. Man that was my 3rd tarty,
|
||
one more, and you get to stay after school for 50 min with your loving (NOT)
|
||
principal. Man does life suck!
|
||
|
||
Well thanks again for reading guys. Let me know what you think so far
|
||
about my writing and toppics.
|
||
|
||
Driving off,
|
||
IceMECH
|
||
|
||
- Ä -ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ-Ä Ä Ä
|
||
|
||
KRaD Utility
|
||
------------
|
||
By Biff Thelmus Bonglemeister III
|
||
|
||
Converts any text file into KRaD studlycap format! Really useful for
|
||
annoying the FUCK out of people who hate studlycaps. Also really
|
||
useful for converting ENTIRE TEXT FILES, i.e. essays, term papers, etc.
|
||
for submission at school, drives teachers absolutely BONKERS!
|
||
|
||
KRaD is a file viewer, use it exactly like you use the DOS command TYPE
|
||
(you know, the command that views the contents of a file). At the DOS
|
||
prompt just type:
|
||
|
||
C:\>KRAD {filename}
|
||
|
||
Where {filename} is the filename to be converted. This will display
|
||
the contents of {filename} in studlycap format. If you want to save
|
||
this studly studlycap formatted-text in another file, use standard DOS
|
||
redirection piping, like so:
|
||
|
||
C:\>KRAD {filename1} > {filename2}
|
||
|
||
Where {filename1} is the file to read from, and {filename2} is the file
|
||
to be written to.
|
||
|
||
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
|
||
|
||
An example, before conversion...
|
||
|
||
Call your nearest kRad GinsuTalk chat system, Nuclear Greenhouse!
|
||
And, while you're on, why not go behind the innocent facade and visit
|
||
one of the world's largest elite file boards, Nuclear Warezhouse! Get
|
||
tons of kRad elite warez. Just call Nuclear Greenhouse at 998-0008,
|
||
and ask for Dave the sysop. Nuclear Greenhouse--an incredible 17
|
||
nodes, running GinsuTalk at 300, 1200, 2400, 9600, and 14.4k baud!
|
||
|
||
And after conversion.
|
||
|
||
CaLL YouR NeaReST KRaD GiNSuTaLK CHaT SYSTeM, NuCLeaR GReeNHouSe!
|
||
aND, WHiLe You'Re oN, WHY NoT Go BeHiND THe iNNoCeNT FaCaDe aND ViSiT
|
||
oNe oF THe WoRLD'S LaRGeST eLiTe FiLE BoaRDS, NuCLeaR WaReZHouSe! GeT
|
||
ToNS oF KRaD eLiTe WaReZ. JuST CaLL NuCLeaR GReeNHouSe aT 998.ooo8,
|
||
aND aSK FoR DaVE THe SYSoP. NuCLeaR GReeNHouSe..aN iNCReDiBLe 17
|
||
NoDeS, RuNNiNG GiNSuTaLK aT 3oo, 12oo, 24oo, 96oo, aND 14.4K BauD!
|
||
|
||
- Ä -ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ-Ä Ä Ä
|
||
|
||
"Fun in the Hole" By Nature Boy (NB!)
|
||
|
||
|
||
As of now, I am sitting in my In School Suspension room trying to look
|
||
writting this....SHHhhhh...Anyways, I decided to write a list on 101 fun
|
||
things to do in the "Hole". The hole...such a dreaded place, boring and
|
||
almost seems never-ending, but this Tfile may help time go by, even in a
|
||
fun way! Most of these are things I have done either to stay out of trouble,
|
||
or just to annoy the teacher.
|
||
|
||
1. Chant word em up numerous times
|
||
2. Play with your food, and draw it. <Tell em its for 3-D art>
|
||
3. Grind every pencil in the area with the sharpener
|
||
4. Click staples every-where
|
||
5. Scribble on the desks
|
||
6. Make projectile weapons out of non-used rubber bands
|
||
7. Randomly throw you arms around so they think you are insane
|
||
8. Press the office pager like your playing Mortal Kombat
|
||
9. Tear every page out of an Encyclopedia Britannica set
|
||
10. Tell a teacher of your last lamprey hunt.
|
||
11. Take your bottle of pepsi upside-down in your mouth thinking you are a
|
||
five gallon water bottle
|
||
12. Build castles out of mud from your shoes
|
||
13. Stare at a teacher and blink like the shutters of a japanese tourist's
|
||
camera
|
||
14. Use your projectiles to stcik pens in the celing
|
||
15. Fopam from the mouth
|
||
16. Carve SMeG in your leg
|
||
17. Bring a jar of tang for lunch
|
||
18. Stan and salute as each teacher passes through
|
||
19. Complain about teachers they're firends with
|
||
20. Complain about flashing flourecent lights
|
||
21. Tell endless stories about Jethro Poor Boy's bad attitude
|
||
22. Constantly colapse
|
||
23. Pretend your on a horse as the secretarys type
|
||
24. Mumble about the war in your head
|
||
25. Mumble about the blood clot in your head
|
||
26. Mumble how good pencil shavings taste
|
||
27. Use a flourecent highlighter to highlight every page in a book
|
||
28. Make bongs out of paper clips
|
||
29. Make magnets stick through your head
|
||
30. Twist and turn a goatie you dont even have
|
||
31. Twist and turn your teachers goiter
|
||
32. Eat like a starving puppy
|
||
33. Flicker the light screaming FLaSHeRS!!
|
||
34. Tell teahchers of the times you and your book bag have gone through
|
||
35. Tear your soc to shreads
|
||
36. Pluck your hair out
|
||
37. Jump in on conversatioins that have nothing to do with you
|
||
38. Cheer as each minute on the clock passes
|
||
39. Write [MiLK] files on 101 things to do in the hole
|
||
40. Tangle the blinds up REAL bad!
|
||
41. Plot an escape from Alkatrez
|
||
42. Use any form of white powder to form lines
|
||
43. Drool on everything
|
||
44. Contantly put your feet on the tables
|
||
45. Color your hair with markers
|
||
46. Maim and beat your favorite secretary
|
||
47. Xerox your face when no ones looking
|
||
48. Xerox your face when no ones looking
|
||
49. Do all of the above untill milk comes out of neaghboring students nose
|
||
50. Jump on the desk and dance like Ed Grimly
|
||
51. Make a Van Gogh from saftey pins
|
||
52. wank Wank WANK!
|
||
53. Take the desks apart
|
||
54. Ask to go to the bathroom every five minutes
|
||
55. Shove anything into an electrical outlet
|
||
56. Paint a picture
|
||
57. Pain the walls
|
||
58. Yeah
|
||
59. Ummm
|
||
60. <Smile>
|
||
61. Play whats in the box with your imaginary friend
|
||
62. Read Platoon upside-down
|
||
63. Repeativly fall out of your chair
|
||
64. Bead and knot your shoelaces
|
||
65. While on the floor, roll around
|
||
66. Support Beastiality
|
||
67. Start a patition to leagalize sodomy
|
||
68. Pop zits across the room
|
||
69. <-- Number speaks fo its self
|
||
70. Write Nature Boy out of used chewing gum
|
||
71. Rant and Rave about how you will sensely beat your
|
||
Sea Monkeys when you get home
|
||
72. Never close your mouth
|
||
73. Arrange your Perry Como albums alphabeticaly from Z-A
|
||
74. Whistle untill you burst a lung open
|
||
75. Constantly clink a zippo lighter open an shut
|
||
76. Jab other students with a compass
|
||
77. State you are the Electric Messiah, kooler than Jesus <Dont forget the
|
||
k in kool>
|
||
78. Preform slight of foot acrobatics on twine and two desks
|
||
79. Continue playing that famous air guitar
|
||
80. Write Sam Hein on your forehead with blood-red lipstick
|
||
81. Practice your regular kult rituals
|
||
82. Use as many racial slurs as you can find in that Spanish dictionary
|
||
83. Count all your money, mumbling "Bitch betta have my money...."
|
||
84. Sing a song by the carpenters
|
||
85. Pick stuff out of your teeth
|
||
86. Ignite any of your body hairs to give off a terible smell
|
||
87. Tell how funny Shindlers List was to a teacher you KNOW is Jewish
|
||
89. Remove that leather belt and lasso objects
|
||
90. Make a splash as you dive into the trash can
|
||
91. Take notes on thee teachers behavior's
|
||
92. Slam a T-Square up that drafting teachers ass
|
||
93. Act and swing like a beat-nick
|
||
94. Hiss and Scratch like a cat
|
||
95. Delace and Relace your shoes
|
||
96. Giggle at the naked pictures in the National Geographic
|
||
97. Break a red pen open and ask to see the nurse
|
||
98. Pretend your playing pong
|
||
99. Lick crumbs off any surface
|
||
100. Make a bag pipe from a few straws and a bag of chips
|
||
101. Command a fleet of paper air-planes!
|
||
|
||
|
||
Well, there's your list. I do not own a lap-top, so I re-typed it when I
|
||
home. After completing every procedure on this list, you teachers can be
|
||
concidered Leagaly Insane in a court of Law. There are some inside jokes in
|
||
there, and those not understanding, you might wana ask me.
|
||
|
||
|
||
GReeTZ: Wolverine, Charlie Brown/Nightbreed, Frizzle Fry,
|
||
Les Claypool, and anyone else that isnt on the spotlight
|
||
|
||
- Ä -ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ-Ä Ä Ä
|
||
|
||
"42 Fun Things To Do At The Hospital"
|
||
|
||
Hellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllo, NURSE!
|
||
|
||
So, you are in the hospital. Perhaps you have been committed to be
|
||
insane, perhaps you have a bladder infection, perhaps you broke your spleen,
|
||
the cause is irrelevant, you are stuck. The hospital really isn't much fun at
|
||
all, but while you are there, you might as well make the most of it. I was in
|
||
the hospital the past weekend and came up with a little list of hints and
|
||
tips for you to make your stay more enjoyable.
|
||
|
||
1. Play wheelchair demolition derby.
|
||
2. Play bingo with the heart patients.
|
||
3. Play twister with the mental patients.
|
||
4. Play the Michael Jackson game in pediatrics.
|
||
5. Play with the neat control things for the craft-0-matic beds.
|
||
6. Throw the neat control things for the bed at the nurses.
|
||
7. Throw your TV remote control at the TV.
|
||
8. Throw your TV remote control out of the window.
|
||
9. Insist your name is "Javier-Adbul-Jabeeb the Third".
|
||
10. While taking a blood test, take the syringe and do it yourself.
|
||
11. Steal other patients' ID wristbands.
|
||
12. Steal other patients' organs.
|
||
13. Beg your nurse for "2 poundz of mo' phine!"
|
||
14. Rig other patients wheels so they work like shopping carts.
|
||
15. Always insist on a fifth opinion.
|
||
16. Draw obscene pictures on the papers attached to your bed.
|
||
17. Draw obscene pictures on your nurses' heads.
|
||
18. Hide under the covers and don't come out.
|
||
19. Lie face down in a busy area of the hospital and don't move.
|
||
20. Try to wheel your wheelchair out of a window.
|
||
21. Stick your face in the "sharps" bin.
|
||
22. Bleed on your doctor and ask lots of questions about AIDS.
|
||
23. Never flush your toilet.
|
||
24. Take a shower exactly every 69 minutes.
|
||
25. Have 'nam flashbacks frequently.
|
||
26. Walk directly into walls all over the hospital.
|
||
27. Call other patients and breathe heavily.
|
||
28. Tell the operator they are waiting for her in the operating room.
|
||
29. Make yourself into a mummy with bandages.
|
||
30. Fashion a fake gun from a bar of soap and escape.
|
||
31. Gain an eating disorder.
|
||
32. Vomit on your doctor.
|
||
33. Insist that the nurse NOT leave the room for X-rays.
|
||
34. Ask your doctor if you can still smoke crack with your condition.
|
||
35. Smoke crack in your room, regardless of his answer.
|
||
36. Sing Monkees songs non-stop.
|
||
37. Pound on the wall, and insist that it is music.
|
||
38. Put on your hospital gown backwards.
|
||
39. Wear a sign saying "I'm Lost" and wander aimlessly.
|
||
40. Wheel your bed into the hallway and go to sleep.
|
||
41. Write a letter to our president supporting our FUN health care system.
|
||
|
||
and, well, the last one...
|
||
|
||
42. Just die.
|
||
|
||
Well, that's about all the fun things there are to do in the
|
||
hospital. Maybe there are more, but I'm not very creative. Hospitals are bad
|
||
places, try to avoid them if possible. Farewell, and well thee may fare.
|
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"How to take over your government"
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or
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"How to become a world power in 5 easy steps"
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Ok, we all know how much we'd like to all be the leaders
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of our own Dictatorships. Well, if you use this guide, these
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5 easy steps should bring you fame and mass hatred towards
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you! It's simple.
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"I used Jamesy's Guide, and look what it did for me!
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I especially liked his suggestion about killing all the jews..."
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-Adolf... somebody
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Let's get to the Basics. Step ONE. To gain power, you
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have to be a strong speaker. No shy people really ever become
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dictators, just doesn't happen. That one is easy enough. If
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you do not fall under this catagory, proceed to taking Acting,
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Public Speaking, and Speech classes.
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Step TWO. Have a really big ego. Unless you're sure
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of yourself to the point of arrogence, you're going to have a
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hard time taking power. Make sure you know how to make quick,
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bias decisions. If you do not fall under this catagory,
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proceed to take more acting classes, for all actors have egos.
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Step THREE. Have lots of weapons. Whether this
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consists of nuclear weapons, or Manpower, or what not, you
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need to have a sufficent amout of Ammmunition to be able to
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take over the government. If you do not fall under this
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category, proceed to use the skills you learned in steps one
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and two to impress your friends and neighbors into following
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your "Cause". Then gets lots of money, and use it on
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Weaponry. Then scare more people into joining your brigade
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because now you have weapons to do this. Then buy more
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weapons. And keep the process going.
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Step FOUR. Find somebody to really hate. All the
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best dictators always had a certain Ethnic group or Religeon
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to base all the problems of the world upon. This category is
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relatively easy, just find someone who you despise and take
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all your anger out upon his Racial or Ethnic clan.
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Step FIVE. Kills lots of people. After proceeding
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with step three, this one again should be relatively easy.
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Just shoot lots of innocent people, and scare lots of people,
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and kill the people that aren't scared, and kill the people
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that are scared. Basically, kill anything in your path that
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does not agree with you.
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By following this simple five steps, you can lead your
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country into a successful tyrannical ancestry that's sure to
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last and last.
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