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Û PUD: Pizza Underground Digest. Û Feb. 22 1993 Û
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Û Issue 7, Volume 1, Chapter 1, Epic 1. ÛÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÛ
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"The future looks so bright I gotta wear bell-bottoms."
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- John Travolta.
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þ Mail
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Yes there still is no mail. Damn. Maybe we should wait more than one
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day before we release 7 issues. Qouting NO COURiER, " Were just turning
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them out almost as fast as my sister turns out men." Of course that isn't
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a direct qoute. Well since there is no mail, I guess I have to make up
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some again. Remember the rules? Play along.
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From: Concerened modem lamer
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To : Baphomet the Limbo King
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This letter is in respone to PUD 4 and 5 which seemed to be of a much
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higher drivel content that issue 2. This offends me and it retaliation
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I shall destroy you and all who oppose me you shall all bow before me.
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So be prepaired to die.
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Gee how come we get no mail like that? I kinda like a self-assertive
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lamer. Not only are they fun to pick on but they fight back. Joy.
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þ Happiness.
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Is a warm gun, bang, bang, shoot, shoot.
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þ Why cyberpunks reak.
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First of all they enjoy wearing cow-asses all over thier body. That's
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leather for you nothern lamers. They seem to enjoy writhing around in
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small computer rooms in front of sorry-ass attempt at an IBM compatible,
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usually a tandy with that dandy c00l 3 voice internal speaker and that
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incredible 122x133x12color resoloution. What else? They are satisfied
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with a little internet access and a lame ass job. They reak.
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þ The Square egg.
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The secret of the Krystal Sunriser[tm].
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þ Triple-hydro-thermal-nucluer-war heads.
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Otherwise known as Krystals. Or yet again a correction for you
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northern lamers, White Castle. They are good. But only if certain eating
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criteria are met. First you must be drunk, real drunk, so drunk that a
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date with any member of the Brady Bunch seems appealing, we all know how
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hot Alice looks in those mauve dresses after four or five margeritta's.
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Control. It is extremely easy to go into the establishment and order 40
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or so when your are drunk. Refrain. 15 at the most, you don't want to
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blow your triple secret cover. The final requirement it must be after
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3 or 4 in the morning and before 5:30. If you meet these simple steps
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then an enjoyable meal will be yours.
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þ HHHoooTTT NNNNNeeeeWWWWWWWW WWWWaaaaaRRRReeeZZZZZ!
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Well I was bored. Sue me.
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þ Four greates bands of all time.
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These are in no particular order.
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Led Zepplin.
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Billy and the Boingers.
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Pink Floyd.
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Rush.
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Guess which is number one.
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þ SeNt aNy tHiNg YEt?
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Heeelllooo???
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þ Intro.
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Actually this is the closing, I guess I lied.
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Sorry about my in-ability to be rude I am just in a good mode. Give
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me a few hours.
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þ Support BBS's:
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See Line -4 for info.
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þ Mail.
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I am to tired to put in the mailing lists. So go look at another
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issue.
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þþþ End of PUD 1,7: "Take me to funky town..." þþþ
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