83 lines
4.2 KiB
Plaintext
83 lines
4.2 KiB
Plaintext
°°°± °°°± °±
|
|
°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°± °°± °± °°±
|
|
°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°± °°± °°°± °°°±
|
|
°°°°°°°°± °°°°± °°°°°°°°± °± °°± °°°± °°°±
|
|
°°°°°°°°± °°°°± °°°°°°°°± °°°± °°± °°°± °°°±
|
|
°°°°°°°°± °°°°°°± °°°°°°°°± °± °°± °°°°°°°°±
|
|
°°°°°°°°± °°°°°°± °°°°°°°°± °°± °°°°°°± [MiLK]
|
|
°°°°°°°°± °°°°°°± °°°°°°°°± °°± °°°°°± File #25
|
|
°°°°°°°°± °°°°°°°°± °°°°°°°°± °± °± °°°°°°±
|
|
°°°°°°°°± °°°°°°± °°°°°°°°± °°°± °°°°°°°± °°°°°°°°±
|
|
°°°°°°± °°°°°°± °°°± °°°°°°°± °°°± °°°± "Millie"
|
|
°°± °°± °°°± °°°± °°°± -By Yohan Bawk
|
|
°°°± °°°± °°°±
|
|
°± °± °°±
|
|
|
|
Die, Die, Die
|
|
-------------
|
|
|
|
Boy, this piece of crap story could never have been written by some
|
|
purveyor of really good taste like Biff Thelmus Bonglemeister III
|
|
|
|
|
|
Long, long ago, in a galaxy far, far away--farther than you can
|
|
imagine, farther even than the meaning of life, the meaning of God, the
|
|
meaning of those little zits you get on your eyebrows--anyway, long,
|
|
long ago, in a galaxy far, far away, there was this guy who wanted to
|
|
take over the Galaxy. He was born into a troubled, broken, abusive,
|
|
alcoholic, post-Vietnam-victimization-syndrom infested, downtrodden,
|
|
downright shitty home. He was raised first by a mother who beat him
|
|
around the head and neck with beer bottles, until she finally tired of
|
|
the game and dumped him into a trash can, where he was found by a pimp
|
|
and raised as a hustler. Eventually, he arose to a position of pimp
|
|
himself and plotted to take over the world. Eventually he managed to
|
|
cause trillions of dollars of damage per day, destroy half of the
|
|
Galaxy's resources in five weeks, and fucked more people in a day than
|
|
the Marquis de Sade did in his lifetime--all before joining PTL and
|
|
preaching on Sundays on channel 38.
|
|
|
|
But this is not the story of this preverted man, it's the story of his
|
|
dog, Millie. Millie was a son of a bitch, as you might expect. Now
|
|
one might ask, "why the hell are we hearing about some guy's dog" but
|
|
rest assured THERE IS A REASON FOR ALL OF THIS. Anyway, Millie was
|
|
raised in a friendly, good home, but one day when his master was taking
|
|
him for a walk, Millie was hit with temporary insanity and bit him.
|
|
"You son of a bitch!" yells the guy... Millie wagged his tail. He
|
|
liked recognition. So the guy says, "die, die, die," pulls out a
|
|
Magnum .44, and blasts Millie through the head. Millie falls over on
|
|
the pavement bleeding, and his master drags him over to the bushes and
|
|
leaves him there, and nobody every heard of Millie from then on, the
|
|
guy told everyone he had been run over by a truck.
|
|
|
|
Anyway, now it's not so long ago, and this asshole guy who shot his dog
|
|
is ruling the Galaxy and getting some every hour. So he's just getting
|
|
dressed, ready to make some more decisions and kill some more peasants,
|
|
jerk as this guy is. So someone limps into the chamber with a
|
|
trenchcoat. "Hey, you pervert," says the ruler of the Galaxy,
|
|
"geddadamyroom!" So the stranger drops his trenchcoat, and it's Millie
|
|
the dog! "Ruff ruff ruff," he says, and pulls out a Magnum 4.4, and
|
|
blasts a hole through the building taking the poor ruler of the Galaxy
|
|
with him.
|
|
|
|
And so Millie married the concubine and lived happily ever after. The
|
|
moral of the story is "don't shoot your dog"
|
|
|
|
ÄÄÄÄÄ [MiLK] Information ÄÄÄÄÄ
|
|
|
|
Sites:
|
|
Barney's Pleasure Palace -7o8- 965.3o98 -World Headquarters-
|
|
Mech World -7o8- 757.o116 -South Side DiSt-
|
|
The Acropolis -7o8- 557.2826 -WeSt Side DiSt-
|
|
Lunitic Phringe -7o8- 232.o565 -Chat DiSt-
|
|
|
|
Member LiSt:
|
|
|
|
James Hetfield Nyarlathotep Epic
|
|
Nature Boy Medicine Man Plaid Wilderbeast
|
|
Black Justice Igor Shimsky Yohan Bawk
|
|
|
|
File Number 025
|
|
File Size 4347 Bytes
|
|
|
|
ÄÄÄÄÄ è ÄÄÄÄÄ
|