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***************************THE BACK ISSUES**********************************
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**********************PARTS SEVENTY-SIX TO EIGHTY***************************
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(Written by Daniel Bowen, Monash University, Melbourne Australia)
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(Send e-mail to tcwf@gnu.ai.mit.edu)
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Yeti Toxic Custard Duel
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*************** *** TOXIC CUSTARD WORKSHOP FILES Number 76
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**** *** ******* Monday 23rd December 1991
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**** *** *** **** Written by Daniel Bowen
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*** **** **** vac673b@monu6.cc.monash.edu.au
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MRS IRENE BUSYBODY SPEAKS OUT ON... H
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Christmas. Christ knows where the idea of Christmas came from. Jesus? o
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What kind of peace-loving poof was he anyway? You know where Jesus
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would have come in handy? Working at McDonald's. One wave of his hand.. h
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and bingo! Two hundred Filet'o'Fishes, piping hot. "Enjoy your meal, o
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brother, and have a good life. Oh, I see that you are one of the meek.
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Here, have one of our complimentary 'Inherit The Earth' special offer h
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coupons." o
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But how on Earth did the anniversary of the birth of Christ turn
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into the vomit-inducing commercial Christmas we know and hate today? h
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Well I'll tell you. It all happened centuries ago. A consortium of o
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mediaeval toy manufacturers decided to promote Christmas as a time of
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goodwill, and convince the ignorant peasants that the only way to show h
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goodwill was to give the kids a Robin Hood Action-Peasant doll to play o
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with. With working accessories. Collect the whole Merry Men (tm) range.
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I really really really hate Christmas. Queueing up for years to buy h
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all the Christmas presents for the little brats of relatives I know, a
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when I know full well that they'll hate everything I hand over to them.
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Well, almost everything. Let's face it, either they'll hate it and h
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never use it, or they'll love it and smash it to pieces within five a
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minutes of getting it.
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Last Christmas I gave a cricket bat to my nephew, Matthew. Twenty h
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minutes later we were in the ambulance on the way to hospital to get e
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fifteen stitches put in his sister Jenny's head. And the bat was
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broken. Bloody Taiwanese rubbish. We got another bat, of course. And h
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Matthew does use it. For battering the other neighbourhood kids around. e
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So it's been useful for him. He's collected $200 from threatening this
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year. So he'll be able to get some nice Christmas presents for his h
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family. The spirit of giving, what a wonderful thing. a
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CHRISTMAS TO BE CANCELLED?
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Santaprises Ltd has been dogged by financial problems this year, and h
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there are now some doubts that Christmas will go ahead at all. In a
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September it was announced that Santaprises had made a $16.5 million h
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pre-tax loss in a year. Santa said at the time that profitability would a
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increase later in the year. h
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In October a dispute with the Federated Elves Union slowed a
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preparations for the Christmas rush. The FEU wanted working hours and
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pay to be improved, with particular emphasis on penalty rates for late h
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Christmas Eve work. A spokeself for the FEU claimed that most staff o
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worked constantly on Christmas Eve, without even a break, and that more
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staff should be hired to handle present deliveries. The dispute was h
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settled peacefully, the elves accepting the offer of an extra tax-free o
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lollypop for every hour worked.
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Early last week, two men representing owners of some of the sleds t
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leased to Santaprises boarded a sled at the North Pole Santaprises e
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Despatch Centre and tried to repossess it- e
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MAN 1: Okay scumbags. Stop loading those presents. This is our sled, e
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and we want it back. e
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MAN 2: Yeah, we want it back. a
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HEAD ELF: I think you'd better have a word with the boss. [Calls] a
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Father Christmas! h
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MAN 1: Yeah, I think we'd better. *
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MAN 2: Yeah. r
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[Santa enters] h
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SANTA: Elfy! M-man! What's happenin'?
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HEAD ELF: Two gentlemen to see you, Santa. a
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MAN 1: You Santa Claus? d
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SANTA: Yo. a
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MAN 1: Mr Claus, we represent Polar Holdings, owners of your sleds. And
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we're here to repossess them. a
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SANTA: Baby baby baby. Relax. Be nice. Owners? What is property? r
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Property of something means you can give it away. Giving things e
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away is great. That's my game, man. I'm a sort of reverse debt s
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collector. Giving makes you feel good. It gives you a great high t
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to give someone something. Okay, so it may cost me heaps, but !
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every year... woo! What a trip! And anyway, bro', have you got a
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court injunction saying we have to hand them sleds over? G
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MAN 1: Well, no, not as such. u
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SANTA: Then like, bog off, man, before we send you packing. Me an' the t
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elves are busy. Elfy - show these dudes out. h
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Toxic Custard Workshop Files would like to wish all g
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readers a really very bloody Merry fucking Christmas. t
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And remember folks, swearing is almost as much fun s
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as giving. A bumper set of TCWF back-issues makes a z
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great gift! To find out how to get your FREE back- c
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issues, reply to this, or mail tcwf@gnu.ai.mit.edu z
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Copyright (c) 1991 Daniel Bowen .
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Daniel Bowen, Monash University | Silent night, holy night
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Melbourne Australia | Skins and punks, in a fight
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vac673b@monu6.cc.monash.edu.au | Pros are offering evening delights
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TCWF- tcwf@gnu.ai.mit.edu | Sleep and call the poli-i-i-i-ice
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Sle-eep and call the police.
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The Seventy-Seventh Toxic Custard
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- - - T O X I C C U S T A R D W O R K S H O P F I L E S - - -
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Number seventy-seven 30th December 1991 Written by Daniel Bowen
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THE ADVENTURES OF *POPSICLE* o
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Mr *Popsicle*, secret agent for A.R.S.E, and Inspector Unnecessary-
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Violence are nearing the end of an investigation into nutmeg smugglers. t
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*Popsicle* prised himself.. I mean prides himself on being one of the h
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most commonly appearing characters in TCWF. The author valiantly a
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managed to avoid embedding a plug for TCWF back-issues in the middle of t
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the story. In any case, you should know what's happening with the plot,
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and if you don't, I suggest you take a look at the bac*ARGH* w
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*Popsicle* and the Inspector drove into the university and spent s
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half an hour looking for a parking space, before giving up and parking
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in a disabled space, the Inspector reasoning that if anyone argued with 1
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them, he'd disable them. They were looking out for one of the 9
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lecturers, named Rob, who had been named as the nutmeg supplier. 9
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It took them fifteen minutes and five violent threats to find Rob's 1
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office, up on the sixth floor of `F' block. Whereas they could have .
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just strolled in and arrested him, it was agreed between them that they
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should surround the place, because it was potentially more violent. W
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After consulting with headquarters, and the author (who agreed on the h
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grounds that it would make the end of the story more dramatic), they e
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set up their men from the A.R.S.E. Hostage Overview Liberation r
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Efforcement squad around the office. e
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As soon as the Inspector had figured out how to turn the megaphone '
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on, his voice rang out down the corridor and around the corner to the d
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room, from where he and *Popsicle* had positioned themselves.
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"Mr Robert Redpork! This is the Australian Royal Security i
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Establishment, Mr Redpork. You have five seconds to come out and t
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surrender with your hands up, your feet down, and your shoulders
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somewhere in between. If you do not surrender within five seconds, a
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we're coming in for you. Five seconds, Mr Redpork.. and after that, l
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we'll waltz straight in there and take you, dead or alive." l
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It took the Inspector just under a minute to count to five. Then he
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gave the order. "Start the music!" One of the squad turned on the tape g
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recorder, and armed men from all directions waltzed their way towards o
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the door. As they neared it, the door opened, and a man walked out, ?
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wearing a red skivvy(*), brown corduroy trousers, sandals, a haircut
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banned by the Geneva Convention, and an identity tag stuck (with some I
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pleasure) to his left nipple, proclaiming "Robert Redpork, Computer
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Technology Lecturer". h
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"What's all this noise?" he shouted above the din of the band. o
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"It's just one or two of you up the back, ruining it for all of us, p
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isn't it. Keep the noise down, please!" e
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So, after searching his office, they arrested him for illegal
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possession of nutmeg. Later additional haircut charges were added, and y
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*Popsicle* and the Inspector congratulated themselves on a truly o
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wonderful investigation by getting completely pissed and trying out u
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half-a-dozen of the confiscated nutmegs.
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(*) American readers read "turtleneck". Jesus, can't you people i
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use proper English? d
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CRICKET REPORT o
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Australia was victorious over India in the third test at the Melbourne m
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Cricket Ground which finished on Sunday. A major part of the Australian e
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victory has been attributed to the brand new Great Southern Stand, t
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which collapsed just after lunch when the crowd attempted an h
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over-enthusiastic Mexican wave. The stand squashed most of the Indian i
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team, leaving only captain Mohammad Azharuddin left uninjured to field n
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by himself for the entire day. It could be said that that the remaining g
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day of play in the game should have been abandoned, but it was felt
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(especially among the Australian team) that it would be a hell of a lot m
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of fun. They managed to score 20,209 runs during the day, cementing o
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their victory. Australia declared when their running shoes wore out. r
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I been drivin' down the road today u
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Honking at anything in my way s
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Swerving all over the bloody road e
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Surprised I haven't dropped all my load f
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Yes I'm a truck driver, earning cash l
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Stopping twice a day to have a slash
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Speeding down the motorway, burning up tar u
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And trying not to hit too many cars r
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Early morning, a lot of fog i
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What chance had I of seeing the dog? n
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Yes I'm a truck driver, speeding past your door
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If I keep this speed up I'll get paid much more t
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The tyres are worn out but who really cares e
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Next place I see I'll just give 'em more air
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Stopped at a cafe next to a wood y
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They have the nerve to call this stuff food? e
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Yes I'm a truck driver, driving all night r
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Get in my way and I'll give you a fright
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My eyelids are lowering - suddenly I wake h
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Looks like the cabin's submerged in a lake a
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So the load's half wet, who really cares? n
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All I'm carrying is crateloads of beer.
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I might be an arsehole, but who gives a fuck? a
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So that's Toxic Custard over for another year. n
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I'm surprised it isn't past its read-by date g
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yet. Back-issues are STILL available.. please
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folks, take them off our hands! Send mail to t
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tcwf@gnu.ai.mit.edu for details. h
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New Prime Minister Paul Keating has been criticised by former PM Bob
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Hawke. "He doesn't cry enough", said former prime ministerial pin-up c
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Bob. Keating struck back, calling Hawke a scumbag, and a silly old r
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bugger. But we all knew that anyway, didn't we. I mean, he *IS* a a
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politician, after all. p
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Copyright (c) 1991 Daniel Bowen
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Daniel Bowen, Monash University | Send Toxic Custard requests/comment to:
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Melbourne, Australia | tcwf@gnu.ai.mit.edu
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vac673b@monu6.cc.monash.edu.au | Pretty piers with a ferry on top?
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Rapidly Spinning Toxic Custard
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TOXIC CUSTARD WORKSHOP FILES ____ ___
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Written by Daniel Bowen / |___| Monday, 6th January 1992
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. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . | |___|RPM? . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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- Hello. I'd like to exchange last year for a new year, please.
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- But.. what happened to the old one? S
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- It's gone! It went at midnight last Tuesday night. We were all in the ,
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street counting down with the clock, pissed as newts, and when we
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reached zero, it had gone! 1991 had completely vanished by the time t
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we'd finished the first verse of Auld Lang Syne and started throwing h
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bottles at the policemen. We were practising for Bush's visit on e
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Friday. Anyway.. I'm telling you! 1991 is gone! Kaput!
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- I see. And in exchange for a vanished old year, last season's e
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model, I might add, you expect us to hand over to you, without w
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charge, a brand new top-of-the-range 1992 year with a free
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bonus day and special "Leap" feature? y
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- Yes please. a
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-- *sigh* Well, okay. Here you are. Please take care of it.
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Don't let it fly by, I want it back by next year! h
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In the waiting room you wait your turn. r
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Don't breathe in if you don't want germs. i
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Come into my office and have a seat, v
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I'm Doctor Killer, pleased to meet. e
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Hello there, you say you're ill?
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Better cough up, 'cos I don't bulk-bill. a
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Lie down here; does it hurt? l
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I'll put this cold thing up your shirt. r
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Then I'll stick this thing up your nose, a
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While you take off all your clothes. d
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Lots of probes, and then some. y
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In your ear and up your bum. .
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Ah ha! I know what's wrong with you! T
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Much more serious than just the flu. i
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What would you like, a box of pills? m
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I do hope that you've made a will. e
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Take ten of these ten times a day r
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Now piss off; on the way out, pay. e
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Oh dear, he's dead, where's that nurse? a
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I'll get her to call the hearse. l
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America. I think America is a wonderful place. Disneyland, the Grand o
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Canyon, the Rocky Mountains, the Statue of Liberty. I think the US e
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Government should build the twin statue for the Statue of Liberty. It s
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could be a gigantic monument to all the values of America today. It
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could be the huge statue of a white drug-running poverty-stricken anti- f
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choice mass-murdering rap-dancing Ku-Klux-Klan supporting Republican l
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voter who looks like a cross between Arnie and Sly Stallone, with big y
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Rambo muscles (with the scars and stuff), a hamburger, a horrific
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accent and a big hat. Drinking loads of beer and watching the Superbowl a
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while he fires his gun into a restaurant. l
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George Bush flew in last week, to meet the people, look around and o
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take in all that Australia has to offer. In 67 hours. And I bet half of n
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that was looking at the clouds through a plane window. g
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Why is it that Bush looks so... shrivelled? Not as shrivelled as .
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Ronald Reagan looked, I'll admit, but still shrivelled. He looks to me
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like the type of weedy git everyone would gang up on in the school yard I
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if he hadn't brought his 200 security men along. I saw him on the s
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telly, driving down the freeway from the airport, somewhere in a convoy
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of twenty big black cars. It must be to prevent terrorist attacks - i
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they won't know which car to aim for. I wonder if he found out about t
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the protestors in the city centre? A sort of New World Public Disorder.
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I saw those thousand points of light, too. When all the press r
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photographers' flashes went off at once as he made some inane comment e
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insulting people through car windows, that is. It's his job to protect l
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the world.. to protect the world from the horror, the anguish and the y
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pain of Dan Quayle. I wonder if the CIA even try and protect Quayle?
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Maybe they just try and make sure he doesn't impale himself on a pen 1
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he's signing documents with. Or would they really bother? Would it be 9
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such a loss? I wonder if Mrs Quayle is also of abnormally low 9
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intelligence? She'd have to be, you'd think, to marry him in the first 1
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place. And if that's the case, how thick are their offspring going to
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That was the first Toxic Custard for 1992. Hooray, e
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happy new year etc etc. Now go and do something a
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useful. Or, if you don't feel like it, you could d
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grab a look at TCWF back-issues. For details of how y
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to get your dirty mits on these, send mail to ?
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tcwf@gnu.ai.mit.edu
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It's just as well most houses have less toilets than people. Otherwise,
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you can bet everyone would be on the toilet when the phone rings.
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Copyright (c) 1992 Daniel Bowen
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Daniel Bowen, Monash University |
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Melbourne Australia | POPE GETS GRIT IN MOUTH!
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vac673b@monu6.cc.monash.edu.au |
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TCWF: tcwf@gnu.ai.mit.edu |
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Sadly Missing Toxic Custard
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********** ********* TOXIC CUSTARD WORKSHOP FILES Written by
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* * * Number 79 Daniel Bowen
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* ********* Monday 13th January 1991 and sister
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The best thing about hearing a Bryan Adams song on the radio A
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is knowing there won't be another one for at least a couple of hours. n
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Ever wondered how paper is recycled? It's from old paper, of course. h
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But not straight away. Most old paper being recycled has been used, so e
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it has to be processed first. All the old paper is put into a bloody r
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big machine, and the ink that's on it is systematically scraped off by
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a sort of a razor blade. When that's finished, the paper is clean and d
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ready to be used for something else, and not only that.. the ink is a
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churned up in a big pot and melted into liquid again, so it can be y
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re-used for filling up zillions of biros. What good is this, you might ,
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ask. Okay, so recycling paper saves trees all over the world which
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provides more oxygen to breathe so the human race can wipe itself out a
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by something other than asphyxiation. n
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But what about the ink? Ever stop and wonder where ink comes from? o
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In fact, ink is made from the dead corpses of the Inca tribes of Peru. t
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The Inca peoples were (and in some areas, still are) a proud race of h
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warriors, but they tend, like most of us, to slow down a bit when e
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they're dead. Still, while they're still alive, their diets consist of r
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a number of South American berries, so many that much of their
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bloodstream, by the time they die, is navy blue. d
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This was discovered earlier this century by a little Hungarian o
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twerp, who decided to drain out the blood from dead Incas, boil it up l
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and use it as "ink" (a cruel and sadistic pun if ever there was one) in l
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his new invention, the biro. What a bastard. Tribes in other areas of a
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South America eat red berries and it is these areas that are harvested r
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for red ink. Expeditions into South America are still sponsored by Bic, ,
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Pentel and Parker, to retrieve tribal bodies and suck ink out of them.
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So.. recycle your paper today! Save trees and Inca corpses! a
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Hi, I'd like to buy a pair of red pyjamas please, size Large. Yes, h
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they'll do fine. And I'd like a red skivvy (*), size Large. And what e
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have you got in the way of red pullovers? Yes, v-neck. Size? Oh, r
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probably about Large. Some red underpants? And have you got anything in
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way of red trousers? Oh, surely you must have something? Well yes, I w
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*do* want red. I'm a red fetishist, you see. I love red. It's a great e
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colour, red. Okay, so politically it isn't so popular now, but look at e
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it spectrum-wise. Look at how red the red is. Its... reddishness. Isn't k
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it great? In fact, there's a red fetishists' convention next week. ,
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Called "Ready for Red '92 - Reddening our world." Unfortunately, my
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wife has had enough of red, and doesn't want to come with me. She's a
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into blue. n
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(*) American readers read "turtleneck". Jesus, can't you people use t
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proper English? h
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e
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The author's sister, a linguistics student, would like to point out r
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that the above comment is a highly PRESCRIPTIVIST notion. Language
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variation is as solid a fact as the Newbrook Austo-Asian C
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phonetic/phonemic distribution theory. Standard North American usage u
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may find the lexical item "skivvy" difficult to process, but intra and s
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international semantic and lexical variation is the spice which makes t
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our lives joyful. a
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The author would like to point out to his sister that this is HIS d
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outlet for his private grudges against the world and not hers, or .
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anyone elses, so everyone else can just shut up and stop interrupting .
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his train of thought.
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MRS IRENE BUSYBODY SPEAKS OUT ON... t
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UFOs. Well, it's a load of crap, isn't it. Here we are on the little h
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planet Earth wondering if there's any intelligent life in the universe. e
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And trying to send out messages to attract aliens. I wonder why? Don't r
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we have enough problems of our own without inviting little green men to
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fly in and strut their stuff in public, disrupting people's busy lives? M
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Anyway.. they're *alien*, aren't they? Strange and unknown. How do we o
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know they haven't already landed? How do we know the aliens haven't n
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already arrived and infiltrated the human race? I sometimes wonder d
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about my husband Fred, actually. He's a very strange person in some a
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ways. I used to think he might be a visiting alien, but I decided he's y
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probably just dim. But then, he is the typical Australian man. ,
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I've often wondered just what would happen if aliens landed in our
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cities. They could land in Melbourne, by the Arts Centre, and nobody a
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would notice their flying saucer.. everyone would think it was a new n
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avant-garde sculpture. They could climb out with their green scaly o
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skin and their two hundred tentacles each and walk up the street t
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sucking up small children, and everyone would think it was a new form h
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of street theatre. Who actually organises those sculptures, and that e
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street threatre? I'll tell you the truth. The aliens are already here. r
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The Arts Centre spire is a landing beacon for them. Everyone you see
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around the Arts Centre is strange. And you never see street artists s
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talking to people, do you? It's true. They're ALIENS. I always thought i
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mime was suspicious. d
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You have been nothing. And still are. You are a
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absolutely nothing. Nothing and nobody. And you y
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have been reading the Toxic Custard Workshop s
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Files. And it serves you bloody well right.
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For back-issues, why don't you just drop dead? m
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Copyright (c) 1992 Daniel Bowen s
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Daniel Bowen, Monash University | NOW AVAILABLE: g
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Melbourne, Australia | Bottled Presidential Vomit e
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vac673b@monu6.cc.monash.edu.au | Exclusive to .
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TCWF- tcwf@gnu.ai.mit.edu | Nippon-Fijutsu-Bridgeriverkwai Corp. .
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TC's too short, I write alone
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Maybe I'll try and do a poem
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It's ten o'clock, I'm out of time
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Trying to get this stuff to rhyme
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But is it funny? No not really
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In fact, it's really pretty silly.
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Yuck.
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Barely Audible Toxic Custard
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Can't stop this thing we started.. ARGH!
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(Tried pressing CTRL-C?)
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.....TOXICCUSTARDWORKSHOPFILESNUMBER80JANUARY20TH1992WRITTENBYDANIELBOWEN.....
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Welcome to another BELOW AVERAGE edition of the Toxic Custard Workshop
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Files. And at this point I would just like to add: No use libro de B
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pagos en el caso que lo haya usado anteriormente. a
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s
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Omigod another blank screen. Quick, improvise something. Train of i
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thought.. train of thought.. "Train of thought departing platform one c
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and stopping all stations." No, no no. a
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Debate has been running hot down a blind alleyway off Fitzroy Street ,
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and going round and round in political circles on the subject of rain
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this week. Prime Minister and self-professed all-time good-guy Paul t
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Keating has expressed his concern about the plight of the wet in h
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today's society. "Shelter for the soggy should be a priority", he said. e
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He attacked an Opposition policy cutting back on umbrellas for the wet, s
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a programme introduced by the Government on a rather showery April day e
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last year. The Government also criticised the Opposition policy on
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optometry, accusing it of being short-sighted. s
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Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Caulfield w
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Racecourse for the Identical Horse Names Handicap Stakes. By chance, a
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the six horses picked for this race today have all managed to have the y
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same name - "Papillon". So, I can promise you this: it's going to be a s
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helluva confusing race today. A quick run-down of the odds as the
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horses move into the starting enclosure.. Papillon is favourite at 2-1, m
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then Papillon 7-2, Papillon 5-1, Papillon and Papillon 10-1, and e
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finally the outsider, Papillon, at 100-1. Well, the horses are all s
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ready, and I'm assured that the Jockeys know which one is which... So s
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as the green light goes on and we get ready for the Identical Horse a
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Names Handicap Stakes, I've just got time to say that the author thinks g
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we've milked this joke dry and it's time for the next item. e
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A couple of weeks ago I was clearing out the cupboard and I decided r
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that I just never was the right person to own a 70 in 1 electronic e
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project kit. It's something I got as a kid, but to my lasting
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disappointment, I never discovered just how to electrocute my sister d
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with it. More to the point, the vast majority of the 70 projects were e
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never completed. There's only so many wires you can push into little s
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sockets before you get bored with the whole thing and go and decide to i
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climb a tree. Must be race memory or something. Not that I really was g
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the outdoor type. My life outdoors was for the most part just an n
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unavoidable part of being between different places that were indoors. e
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Then I got... ROLLERSKATES! Of course, it took a few weeks to learn d
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how to skate on them properly, and many months after that for the scars
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to heal, but it did seem, at first glance, the perfect way to get t
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around. You could roll down to the milkbar for some sweets, almost but o
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not quite roll under a truck crossing the road, roll back, dropping
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most of what you'd bought on the ground, and eventually skid to a o
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cat-terrifying halt outside the front gate. Which, if it was jammed, v
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you just *could not* open with rollerskates on. You'd be pushing on it, e
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but moving nowhere. Eventually, of course, as will all things, you'd r
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grow out of them. Physically if not mentally. I see rollerblades are c
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"in" now. It just goes to show, there's nothing to compare with putting o
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your skates on and rolling uncontrollably down hills knocking over old m
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ladies. e
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MRS IRENE BUSYBODY SPEAKS OUT ON... a
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Days. Now, I never had any kids (Fred's a bit of a let-down in that s
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department) but as I remember it, school days were far from the best s
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days of my life. More like the average to worse days, some of them.
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Mind you, I can't complain.. school taught me that the best things in d
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life are expensive. And that's something I'll never be able to forget, i
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or afford. v
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Anyway, there's only so many hours in a day. Around about twenty- i
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four, to be precise. I wonder who made up how we measure time. Probably s
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someone related to this bloke Ivor M Perial, who thought up feet and i
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inches and stuff. I bet he was pissed at the time. Why should there be o
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twenty-four hours in a day? Or why not? I suppose by now we're stuck n
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with it. s
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Ever noticed how stupid Porsches look from the back? That's nothing
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to do with the topic, just an observation. I sometimes wonder if i
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anybody would buy a Porsche if they had seen the back of it. At the n
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front, it's the super-cool, mega-stud, snobby-git, I'm-a-rich-bastard-
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with-an-expensive-car image. Just like the Volvo I'm-a-complete-prat s
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image. Meanwhile at the back of the Porsche, phhht. o
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Of course, exhaust pipes are always on the back of cars. That's the c
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one feature of a car that you'll never see on a tv commercial, i
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actually. And it's quite fitting that the exhaust is at the back... e
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because car pollution is like a fart. Everyone knows it happens, even t
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if they don't like it, but they ignore it, pretend it isn't theirs, and y
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hope it will go away. .
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You are reading a thinly disguised plug for n
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TCWF BACK-ISSUES!!! For information on how d
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to get your hands on the aforementioned TCWF
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BACK-ISSUES!!!, send mail around about now a
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to tcwf@gnu.ai.mit.edu n
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Copyright (c) 1992 Daniel Bowen y
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Daniel Bowen, Monash University, | p
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Melbourne, Australia | I think fishing e
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vac673b@monu6.cc.monash.edu.au | is a load of carp. o
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TCWF: tcwf@gnu.ai.mit.edu | p
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What I want to know is... did Elvis wear Levis? e
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* I'd say it's an element of any post-allegorical discussive climax of
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the positionist stance. Either that or a load of bollocks.
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May be copied or reproduced without permission
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Daniel Francis Bowen | Remember - jumpers are
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Monash University, Melbourne, Australia | clothing's way of telling
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