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Vol. 1 Issue 2
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SPAM
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The Official(Sort-Of) Newsletter
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Of
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The Spamian Movement Of The Discordian Society
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Editor In Chief
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And Founder
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Robert I. Brayer(The Punisher!)
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Impartial NON-SPAMIAN EDITOR:
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Nick Andros
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Within: A SPAMIAN PRAYER
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EXORCISM OF A CABBAGE
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COMMANDER CHAOS!
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EXTRA- TWO RELIGIONS OF THE MONTHS!
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And..MUCH MUCH MORE! Welcome to the SECOND Edition of The
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Spamian Newsletter- The first gained almost nothing but good and
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great comments so I have been encouraged to continue on, within
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we have added several new staff writers including Deadheads and
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Vlad The Impaler. Some of the features are extended/changed, we
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still don't have much of a regional feedback though, the first
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edition was sent out on the WWIVNet and as far as I have known
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has garnered little or no comments. This is sort of a "double
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issue", although it's not much bigger, it's like a May/June
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thing, mostly due to CERTAIN PEOPLE, SKIPPING DEADLINES.. But,
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everything is in now, and we can finally get this
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thing out. We are also proud to welcome Nick Andros to our ranks,
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Nick will provide, <hopefully>, a handy Non-Spamian, Objective
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viewpoint, as we always encourage here at THE SPAMIAN MOVEMENT. A
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letter was recently sent in, that, due to a clerical error we
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have lost. By Thunder though. The gist is suggestions, and we are
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happy to announce that these are being followed very much. For
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instance, starting, hopefully within the next issue, there will
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be three- YES THREE- Versions of this newsletter:
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1) Straight Ascii- as we have now
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2) ANSI- Online IBM Viewing.
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3) VGA Loader, at the beginning neat text & effects with,
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hopefully a REALLY neato intro screen. The first two are almost
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definite, even the last is probable! Great. Now: AS ALWAYS:
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ADDRESS ALL ARTICLES TO THE PUNISHER OR EVEN TO ANOTHER SPAMIAN
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TO SEND TO ME! WE NEED ALL THE HELP WE CAN GET, CURRENTLY WE HAVE
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MAYBE 2 ARTICLES TO WORK WITH TO START ISSUE 3, YOUR SUPPORT IN
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THIS VENTURE AND IN COMMANDER CHAOS IS NEEDED! Thank You!
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-The Management.
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An Interview with Spam lite.
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By Nick Andros
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In recent past we only had spam. The food of the multitudes,
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Served upon plates along with scorching chinese food and luke
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warm runny eggs. The United States Army feeds it to it's troops,
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and it's troops sling it at enemies around the world. Spam is
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feed to students around the nation and is commonly mistaken from
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everything from Yul Brenner (actor) to hamburger meat. For the
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most part Spam has become and integral part of the american
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lifestyle. Spam was the past, present, and future of dining in
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america.
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Hence It was major news when Spam Lite made its first
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appearance. Lighter they claim however, chocked full of that
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wonderful taste texture and appearance as the original Spam with
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only half the calories and twice the preservatives! In the
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spirit of this new event the SPAMIAN NEWSLETTER
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has arranged an interview with a can of Spam and Spam Lite!
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REPORTER: What is Spam?
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Spam: No comment.
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REPORTER: Can it be said that Spam is a totally natural
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food product made from only the most wholesome and purified
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foods?
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Spam: No comment.
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Apparently the can of Spam on my desk is not interested in making
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any statements at this time. So we asked some questions of a can
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of Spam Lite.
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REPORTER: What makes you so different from Spam?
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Spam lite: No comment.
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REPORTER: Are you and can it be said that Spam lite is a
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totally natural food product made from only the most wholesome
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and purified of food products? Yet made from lighter material.
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Hence meat and animal byproducts made from lower caloried road
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kill?
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Spam Lite: No comment.
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Recently we contacted the manufactures of Spam and Spam Lite to
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ask them what the purpose of their product was and how it was
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made. They declined to comment and suggested we talk to a can of
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Spam or Spam Lite if we wished to know more.
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REPORTER: What is the purpose of Spam and Spam Light?
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Spam Lite: No comment.
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Spam: No comment.
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REPORTER: How exactly is Spam and Spam Light made?
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Spam Light: No comment.
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Spam: No comment.
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REPORTER: What is the purpose of Spam and or Spam light?
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Spam Lite: No comment.
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Spam: NO comment.
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Cthulhu Mythos
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THE RELIGION OF THE MONTH= MAY
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REPORT BY: Deadheads
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More than once it has been brought to my attention, of
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people muttering under there breath ,"For Now Our Religion's
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Damned." Up until about three months ago, I believed that the
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Cthulhu Mythos was just one of H.P. Lovecrafts inventions. This
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all changed. I was in Canada around Quebec, hiking in the
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mountains, when high above I heard a chanting. From what I could
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make out the chanting said,"IA! IA! CTHULHU FHTAGN!" I quickly
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recognized that from one of Lovecrafts stories. Why was it being
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said in such a chaotic manner was beyond me. I journeyed higher
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soon to discover a small cult. They had finished there sacrifice
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of a can of spam. It was horrid, spam all over. It was a
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misjustice to all. The cult members were singing a catchy tune
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called The Lair Of The Great Cthulhu, which I quickly learned the
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words to.
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It went like this:
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[Sung to the Chattanooga Choo-Choo]
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Pardon me boy -
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Is this the lair of Great Cthulhu?
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In the city of slime,
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Where it is night all the time.
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Bob Hope never went
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Along the road to Great Cthulhu,
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And Triple-A has no maps,
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And all the Tcho-tchos lay traps.
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You'll see an ancient sunken city where the angles are all wrong.
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You'll see the fourth dimension of you're there very long.
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Come to the conventicle.
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Bring along your pentacle;
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Otherwise you'll be dragged of by a tentacle.
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A mountain's in the middle, with a house on the peak:
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A gnashin' and a thrashin' and a clackin' of beak.
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Your soul will be lackin'
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When you see that mighty kraken.
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Oo-oo! Great Cthulhu's starting to speak.
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So come on aboard,
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Along the road to Great Cthulhu.
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Wen-di-gos and dholes
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Will make Big Macs of our souls.
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Under the sea,
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Down in the ancient city of R'lyeh,
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In the lair of Great Cthluhu,
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They'll suck your souls away!
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(Great Cthulhu, Great Cthluhu-
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Suck your soul!
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Great Cthluhu, Great Cthulhu)
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In the lair of Great Cthulhu,
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They'll suck your soul away.
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I realized then that they had a strong basis around this
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religion. I decided to access my computer, and I found plenty of
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information. The second time I tried to access information, the
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computer blurted out, "Future Nodes Or Reading Denied." I did
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have enough luckily to write this column. What I found out was
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this. Cthulhu and the Great Old Ones, could travel from planet
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to planet when the stars were right. Well they left Xoth
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(There planet) and traveled to Earth. When they got here the
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stars were not right, and they couldn't survive. The High Priest
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Cthlulhu cast a spell over a continent called R'lyeh. There
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Cthulhu and the Great Old Ones slept a deathless sleep. It was
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said that they would influence weak minds through dreams driving
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them insane. Once they were totally insane they would begin
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to worship Cthluhu, waiting for that one day when they would
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fulfill his wishes and raise him from his eternal sleep. Shifts
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in the moons rotation around the Earth caused R'lyeh to sink to
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the bottom of the ocean. There they wait. So if you ever have a
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bad dream, or a nightmare that just keeps reoccurring in your
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mind, remember Cthulhu. He is the one and only god.
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Well I gotta go for now, the Coven is meeting in 10 minutes
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and I can't miss the 6th annual Cthulhu Pot Luck dinner. Good
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food's there. So I hope this helps you in your conversion
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toward a worse life. See ya. Oh I almost forgot. Remember
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this, "Cthulhu Saves, in case he's hungry later." For all those
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voters out there WHY VOTE FOR THE LESSER EVIL CTHULHU '92
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Commander CHAOS- Column 2- The Revenge.
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Yeah, We're into sequels these days, Aliens 3, Lethal
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Weapon 3, and of course, COMMANDER CHAOS 2. I don't have much to
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say, so let's get going on this first letter-
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Dear Commander Chaos,
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Hey, Commander, I need some advice. There has been like too much
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work for me to do, and I am too stressed out to do all of it.
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Actually, I feel like not doing any of it, but that would like
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really lower my grades...
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Nemesis
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Dear Nemesis,
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There is help my son, first you must meditate upon a chicken's
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nostril for 30 days and 30 nights, then you must consult your
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pineal gland, at which point take a left on 436 till you come to
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the turnpike.
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Luv, Commander Chaos
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Dear Commander Chaos,
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Here, within, it needs be asked your opinion of the new
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product put out by Hormel--Spam Lite. Do you believe that this
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product is a degradation towards the most Holy Spam? Do you
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think that this product is inferior to the original,
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Goddess-given Spam? Do you judge it wise for us Spamians to
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indulge in the eating of, or purchasing of this product? For, I
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would not wish to anger the Goddess by partaking of a forbidden
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strain... and thereby, I ask for your advice, as you know the
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ways of the Goddess better than I...
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-A Concerned Spamian
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(Enduro)
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Dear Concerned,
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The Official SPAMIAN standpoint on SPAM LITE is actually rather
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unclear, The editor<and founder> has been concerned with several
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other SPAMIAN issues as I recall, and has not made an official
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statement on it yet, as we can ascertain, beginner, or new
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SPAMIANS have been referred<perhaps in a derogatory nature?> To
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Spam-Liteans. In my esteemed judgement, <and this may be a
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stretch>, I would recommend SPAM LITE as a back up product only,
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for conditions where SPAM is needed, but not available. I feel,
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that since we don't know an official standpoint, we should
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proceed to eat it, but cautiously, and only when we are lacking
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in SPAM.
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Luv, Commander Chaos
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Dear Commander Chaos,
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Do you think that Windows 3.1 is worth the upgrade?
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Thunder
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Dear Thunder,
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It all depends on your memory. If you have one megabyte of
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memory, then I would suggest a good salad, two megs, perhaps a
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doorknob, but for an actual window, or even windows, it is
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recommended you not only have 16 megs of memory, but a good
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strong stomach.
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Luv, Commander Chaos!
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And that's all for now, we got the full quotient right here,
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what you saw was all the letters we got! Now come on, we need a
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lot more then that to be a good column! You like my advice! Admit
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it! Please! Don't make me cry! Pleas- <The rest of this column
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has been cut by the editor, as it is seen to be a senseless waste
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of begging and pleading, CC will answer your questions, mail THE
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PUNISHER>
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And now a brief excerpt from the SPAMIAN CHARTER-
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The Kind-Of Scientific Method
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Purpose= To wreck havoc on cabbages.[And preps]. Through the most
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holy substance. [Spam]. Well, really, no purpose.
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Problem= Cabbages in general.
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Hypothesis= We can do it. Maybe. Sorta. Oh come on. Eat your SPAM
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like a good Christian boy!
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Observations= Spam is good. Eris is neato.
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Procedure= 1. Chaos-Causing
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4. Do not pass Go
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-5. Remember The Maine.
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37. Don't count past 10.
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2. Continue beating egg whites for 30 seconds and
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microwave on HIGH for 30 minutes.
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Conclusion:Fnord. (Urp.) 'Scuse me.
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SIBYLISM
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RELIGION OF THE MONTH= JUNE
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Report By: Vlad The Impaler:
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The object of Sibylism is to acquire the most mods in the
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Orlando area. The person to acquire the most mods takes over as
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the current Episkapose or in this case the Sibyl. Being the
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Sibyl, you must collect as many mods as possible before the
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pressure of your followers trying to beat you out causes you to
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have a mental breakdown and a strange love for sharp objects.
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When you are finally committed (and believe me you will be) the
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person with the second most mods inherits your collection, your
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home, your money, Aurora Australis AND SPECTRALink, the title
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Sibyl and the Studly Eric. As Sibyl you may not appear in public
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as someone may catch on to the running facade. Recently there
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was a shuffle of Sibyl's and the new one did not overdose on
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Prozac to boost her intelligence so that she make take in the
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vast amount of information generated by past Sibyl's. Unknowingly
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she contradicted herself several times and there was an
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uprising in the cult, Which was quickly checked by using her
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supreme femininity to seduce her followers. Followers of Sibyl
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are required to be male at the time they are recruited and though
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transvestites are acceptable they may not switch sexes until they
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become the current sibyl wherein it is required so that they may
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mate with the studly eric with the hopes of one day creating a
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prodigal son who will one day rule the world (ie. Hitler). This
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is not an easy task however.. The past 12 sibyls have been found
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to be sterile. Modern medical technology has not yet been able to
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do a COMPLETE sex change, but with the combined intelligence of
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the Studly eric (Otherwise known as Aquarius the 'C'
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King) and the current Sibyl (Whose IQ's together add up to an
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astonishing 132), who knows? Furthermore when a child is born it
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is required to be killed if A) It is Female B) Has an IQ of under
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180 C) Is less than 3' tall or 32 pounds D) Cannot overtake The
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Current Sibyl and The Studly eric in melee' combat and Pinball
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E) Cannot take in 60 gallons of gasoline without blowing up. The
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survival of this child will be the end of Sibylism as we know it
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and the beginning of the 4th Reich, but that is next month.
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Other bonuses of being the Sibyl! 1) Get to use the Studly Eric
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as a pawn to justify your actions.. Example : He's my life raft
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and I'm drowning, he's my wrist and I'm his razor etc.. 2) Get to
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say 'Just wanted to say Hi' 3) Get to sleep 25 hours a day 4) Get
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to have complete mind control over your followers and 5) Get to
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help GRANDMA! As a follower, You are required to talk harshly of
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Sibyl behind her back and act as if nothing is wrong when you
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talk to either her or a fellow follower, go on a tangent once a
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month and tell her how unfair she is acting then quickly crumble
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under her supreme control, treat Sibyl nicely and worship her
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every step while aspiring to acquire as many mods as possible
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so that you may become the next Sibyl. However, Sibylism is not
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all just collecting mods, sometimes you'll have to take the time
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to actually install one as to suggest you know 'C'. Everytime
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you successfully install a mod you are awarded a star, which is
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carved on your wrist with an Xacto knife.
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Structure of the Holy Quadriology.
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Sibyl MOM Eric
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\ /
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/ \
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/ \
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= =
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GRANDMA
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MOM - Anything she says goes, the only one who can overrule the
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Sibyl. Thus she is placed on the top, to symbolize COMPLETE rule.
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GRANDMA - Has no real power, but can instill "fear of the MOM"
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into the Sibyl. She is placed on the bottom to reflect this. If
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the MOM is killed GRANDMA will NOT take over as MOM.
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The Studly Eric - "Right hand man" to the current Sibyl. What he
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suggests be done usually is carried out by the Sibyl. It is
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rumored that TSE actually runs the cult and uses Sibyl as a
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puppet, but this has not been proven.. Placed on the right side
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of the cross for Symbolization purposes.
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Sibyl - Current leader of the movement. Since most of the
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population is right handed the left arm may be considered a sign
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of weakness....
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The Sibylix bears great resemblance to the Catholic
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Crucifix, with two MINOR changes. A little happy face at the top
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and two legs dangling from the bottom.
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Squared happy face - Symbolizes that one can be happy even if a
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dullard as long as it's among your own kind. The increased size
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of a square happy face compared to the normal round one
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symbolizes extraordinary brain power.. Personally, us here in
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the Spamian/Discordian Society believe it has a double meaning...
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one of which being highly inflated egos.
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Two Dangling legs - Gripping nothing more than air, Sibylism has
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no foundation as it's plagued with total chaos... The chaos is
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masked so much and the brain washing so thorough that no one
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notices.
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The Ten Commandments of Sibylism
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10. Thou shalt fall in love with the Sibyl and be nonchalantly
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dumped the day before your scheduled date, from that point on you
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will refer to Sibyl as a bitch (behind her back of course.)
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9. Thou shalt become suicidal annually and dump on the Sibyl,
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this softens the current one up for the "takeover"
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8. Thou shalt keep the seat up while peeing
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7. Thou shalt worship Buddha, for he is green and the Sibyl
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likes green.
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6. Thou shalt not tell the Sibyl of the Cult which functions
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around her. For the minutes of brainwashing to erase this stuff
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would have been wasted (Brainwashing does not come cheap this day
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and age!)
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5. Thou shalt use windows and NDOS as MS-DOS is Chaotic.
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4. Thou shalt keep small animals in jars of alcohol to further
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stress/gross out the Sibyl.
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3. Thou shalt use green to type as that is Sibyl's color and it
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will anger her.
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2. This is the second commandment, the second commandment this
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is.
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...And the Number one Commandment...
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1. THERE ISN'T ONE!!!
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...just kidding...
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1. Thou shalt call the Sibyl an airhead to her face, for this
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corresponds with article 13, section 4.5, paragraph 2, sentence
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3, words 1-6 - 9-15, in alphabetical order.
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Bone-Bite Inget with the Spamian prayer of the month:
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Oh almighty spam, great lord over everything, your power
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astonishes us, your ability to control the minds of us people is
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phenomenal. Teach us, oh great one, your ways, those so
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mysterious, that we might mold ourselves more like unto you.
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Give us the strength to tread on, even whilst cabbages, such as
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Killer, plague our very steps. Enlighten us with but a small
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portion of your infinite wisdom, oh mighty one, that we might
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better follow as you would have us. Bestow upon us the
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chaoticism as is necessary for your work, even more if it is your
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will, and the vitality to see it through.
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Oh marvelous one, we, who are so inferior to you wish
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nothing but to offer to you praises, to sing the great songs of
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your glory, of crushing those against you. We only wish to aid
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in your battle, and thusly give our lives to you, that you may do
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as you wish, oh stalward one.
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The power, we need, to destroy the heretic cabbages, give us
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NOW, oh great lord. Allow us to proceed with our extermination
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of the cabbages, and send us, lord....a great device, which
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detects the infiltrating cabbage slime, AND annihilates them.
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All hail Spam, all hail Eris, all hail Discordia!
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All hail Spam, all hail Eris, all hail Discordia!
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All hail Spam, all hail Eris, all hail Discordia!
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"EXORCISM OF A CABBAGE"
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Report By: DEICIDE
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The phone call came at 12 noon, disturbing my sleep. She
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was frantic, going on and on about her son. I was able to make
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out something about her son worshipping some God of Chaos "Eric."
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Immediately I devised that her son's body was occupied by a
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cabbage, but I didn't tell her, not yet... I took down her
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address, and said in a dazed tone "I'll be right over!" I
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removed the patch from my arm replaced it with another and shut
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off the multi-colored ceiling fan. On my way out I put on my
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black trench coat, mirrored sun glasses and threw
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some alka-seltzer to the pigeons.
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Upon my arrival, I grabbed the Principia and stepped from
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the Volkswagon my vehicle into the middle of the avenue where I
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was attracted by many quick moving turtles. As the turtles would
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run by they would scream taunts like "FREAK!", "ASSHOLE", "GET
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OFF OF THE ROAD, YOU GOT A DEATHWISH OR SOMETHING!!" I was not
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evidently welcome among the turtles, but yet I yearned to be
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friends with them, to ride upon their majestic backs and caress
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their smooth shells... BUT, that is not the subject at hand...
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the boy.. must be saved.. I took flight from the avenue,
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landing face first on the Mirtz's front door step...
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Blood Streaming down my face, I rang the front door
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bell.. Ethyl "My God your hurt what happened to your head", "A
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mere flesh wound", Extending my hand "Cole Slaw, Slayer of
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Cabbage, at your service ma'am." Trailing blood across the floor
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I headed toward the kitchen. As I opened the Opening the
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refridgerator I found myself staring into the maw of the
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nastiest, meanest, ugliest, etc.. etc.. cabbage I had
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ever seen! It's eyes glowing and mouth drooling, it called me by
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name "Father Impala, I've waited two long hours for you to
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arrive.. I shall enjoy this" "Enjoy what? And please stop
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drooling on this nice woman's floor." "I shall enjoy mutilating
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you, cell by cell." "That could be very time consuming." "Organ
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by Organ?" "That might work, but may I suggest limb by limb?"
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"Very well, let's get this over with..." "However, I failed to
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mention, I am an exercisor of cabbi!!" and with that I started
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my aerobics routine. I began with 5 minutes of low impact, then
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went into some vigorous workout routines, after 2 minutes
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of that the cabbage was sufficiently subdued. I could not get
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any information from the cabbage (Not surprising, they are
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EXTREMELY stubborn), so doing my very best Jordon imitation I
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leaped into the air ready to slam the cabbage into the garbage
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disposal, but caught my hair in the fan and landed on my chin,
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nearly severing my tounge. SOMEHOW the cabbage landed in the
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disposal, and Ethyl flipped it on, "Coleslaw." She handed me a
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pepsi and I asked in a demanding tone "Where's Junior?" She
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pointed to the second level of the house. As evidenced by
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previous events today, I felt my flying ability was somewhat
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hampered by the "Metaphysical Transgravitational Pull Of The
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Earth's Molten Core On My Reeboks" or "MTPOTEMCOMR" for short. I
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decided to use the stairs, only to realize as I arrived at the
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foot that...
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And now for this NBC Newsbrief...
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RICH BI-SEXUAL FOUND DEAD IN NEARBY POOL
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<Sustained applause> And now back to our story...
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they were carpeted! At the top of the stairs stood a child not
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more than 8, he was a pale green, and his hair had been replaced
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by leaves of cabbage.. I walked towards him slowly, luring him
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towards me with a "Nestle's Crunch Bar(tm)." As the child
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reached out to grab it, I tripped him down the stairs, his neck
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broken two or three ways the cabbage was dead and so was he. I
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rejoiced and popped open a SPAM, the mother cried and called me a
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"murderer." "I did what had to be done, and nothing more. Can I
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have my money now?" "NO!" "Sure?" "YES!" "Please?" "NO!"
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"Pretty Please" "NO! NO!" "Pretty Please with Sugar on top?"
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"NO! YOU KILLED MY SON!" "Bitch." <muffled gun shot>
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-=-
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How Spam Gave Me The Power of Foresight
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By: Guybrush Threepwood
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I was sitting in school during a party for the class. One of the
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people there brought a meat substance that I was not familiar
|
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with. When it was extracted from the can a strange oozing juice
|
||
rolled down it's sides. I asked what the meat substance was nd
|
||
was told...SPAM. I was reluctant at first to taste it, but
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||
everyone else was. The person serving the SPAM cut a thin square
|
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piece and slid it onto a cracker. I took it very slowly as not to
|
||
let the SPAM slide off of the cracker. I...um....I ate it. And to
|
||
my surprise.... it was good. It was more than good. It was great.
|
||
I ate more and more until it was all gone. When we were all done
|
||
eating, the person who brought the SPAM took the can and hammered
|
||
it out into a flat piece of metal. He proceeded to wear it upon
|
||
his neck. I left the party and was feeling strange. I didn't know
|
||
it but the SPAM was giving me some strange powers. I had the
|
||
power of foresight. I was talking on the phone and my friend said
|
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to hold. When he came back I told him who it was, I didn't even
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know that person. I must talk to the Episkapose tomorrow and get
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some advice on who my newfound powers can be used to the good of
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the Spamian Movement.
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NEXT ISSUE WILL HAVE 3 VERSIONS AND MUCH MORE ! LOOK FOR IT!
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