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ÚÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ¿ÚÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ¿
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³PuDPuDPuDPuDPuDPuDPuDPuD³³ PUD: Pizza Underground Digest (c)1993 Oooga Inc. ³
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³PuDP²ÛÛÛDPÛDPÛDPÛÛ²uDPuD³ÃÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ´
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³PuDP²DP²DP²DP²DPÛDP²DPuD³³ PUD Number 7, Volume 02, Chapter 21, Epic 01 ³
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³PuDP±±²²DP±DP²DP²DP±DPuD³³ Release on the Date: Whatever month this is 2 ³
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³PuDP±DPuDP±DP±DP²DP°DPuD³³ Line contained in the issue: 123,231,597 ³
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³PuDP°DPuDP°°°±DP±±°uDPuD³³ PUD Serving the modem public since Late Feb. '93 ³
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³PuDPuDPuDPuDPuDPuDPuDPuD³³ For Help and Info look elsewhere. ³
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ÀÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÙÀÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÙ
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"Opening qoutes, suck."
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-Me.
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þ What to say?
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To say I am sick of everything would be bad. And in fact it would be
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a complete and utter lie. In fact for once in a long a while I am
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starting to feel happy and content again... I don't know why. Maybe I
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need the shit beat out of me, get hit by a bus, beat up with a trash
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can, or just a woman. It seems they always have this inate ability to
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crush all my hopes, dreams and desires. As well as drain what little bit
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of pathetic resources I have...but oh how divine they can be. To see
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such beings of beauty and know that they love you, is well just a damn
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fucking great feeling. Of course I haven't felt that in a long time, so
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maybe I am over the last demon I knew...but I doubt it. Anyway the whole
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damn reason I am rambling on like this is to explain why my PuD's have
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been so, so, so bland lately and how they are far and few between. I am
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happy. Sue me. I really need to find a way to build up some anger and
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intense frustration, but I don't know if I can. I'll try.
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þ Um, well I don't know...
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What to include in the issue. I guess I could make up the usual drivel
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but hey what fun would that be? None. If fact PUD sucks. I hate it. I
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hate you. And mankind reaks. But hey at least I am happy. How to tell
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when you are happy? Yes that sounds good...but that doesn't fit in with
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this wholesome publication. Damn. I suck so I will tell a story...
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þ Uncle Ernie.
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Was a once noble man, now lying in a sad state of his former youth. In
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his day, he had been quite the man, strong, bright, handsome and quick
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with the wit. But now he lay almost motionless for 24 hours a day. His
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children, all three of them, John, Mark and Beth, never came to see him.
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His wife had died over 5 years ago and since then he had entered a state
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of comotose. He was old, feeble, and out of touch with reality. But oh,
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in his mind was he a God! He still could out-do anyone, beat the best of
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the best, he was still his former self. But his children refused to come
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and see him. "He's dead. In my opinion" One of his children actually had
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the nerve to say once. And so he lay. Silent. Almost dead. Yet still a
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human in his own right. Then the day come. About three weeks after Ernie
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had turned 88 his children decided that it was just wrong for thier once
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proud father to live like this. They wanted him dead. And secretly they
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all hoped he would die on his own. But die he would not, for in his mind,
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he was still the best, in fact he was now greater than he could have ever
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hoped to be in reality. In his mind, there was a whole world explored
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only be him and the characters in his head. But then it all came crashing
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down. His beloved children, the one's he worked two jobs to send all of
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them through college pulled the plug on him. He died. And so did his
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world. And all the characters in it. A world destroyed by the brashness
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of youth...
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þ "Live and Let die"
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If you bothered to read the above, then you know exactly how I feel about
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life and death. Let people live. Killing them, yes even if science says
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they are brain dead is wrong. Everyone deserves a chance to fullfill the
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dreams they have. You nor I have the right to steal thier rights from
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them, so don't.
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þ Women.
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I am happy. Would one of you volunteer to a>teach me how to spell or
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b> crush me like a bug.
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þ Ego's.
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I'm a god. The god. Your nothing. Your trash. So what.
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þ Stupid-ass PuDs.
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So what's new?
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þ ^
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Command Seperator in 4dos 4.0+.
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þ Pathetic.
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Is a good way to describe this issue. I guess I will wait a while before
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doing any more puds. I must. I am in two good of a mood. But hey I saw a
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nice looking girl over at Lee's chicken, maybe by next week, I will be
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in a bad mood again...Probably.
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þ Mail?
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Who fucking cares, it's obvious no one ever read this god damn drivel
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anyway.
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ÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜßßßßßßßßßßßßßÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜ
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ÜÛßßßßßßßßßßß Ending Qoute ßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßÜÜÜÜÜ
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ÞÝ Û
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Û "Judge Wapner was a satanist." ÞÝ
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ÞÝ -Baptist Church. ÜÜß
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ßßßßßßßßßßßß
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FOOTNOTE:
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The Author of this piece is quite a deranged fellow, and is under going damn
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evaluation at an institute near you. What? Yes I know this wan't funny, but
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in a strange sort of way it is to me!!aheheheheaeaeeea Why??!??!!? Because
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you damn LaMeR you wasted download credit to get it! Damn I'm swass...
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