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I like it better over here. The big kids are arguing about stuff that makes me sleepy over in the Kidd Rock room.
Ha Ha. I can play here all I want and none of them will notice.
Poop. Now I’m all lonely and stuff.
Martha is there for you. Feel the energy of Martha.
Feel the Kuen-Do.
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Seems Alan Greenspan (sweet devil that he is) does have evil designs on world manipulation! Who can take a candle to that!
(freaking submit word is “result” – truly Poe)
Gail–The little kid’s table is better anyway. They don’t use all those big words and I totally suck at any kind of arguement–especially with boys. Go figure. If I hear “straw man” or “dodge” again I’m going to bleed from my ears. The llamas are always a welcome addition, though. Orgle orgle orgle. Heh.
I don’t know how he does it.
I just poked in over here and well, look at this.
I think maybe it’s some grand cosmic joke so I’m gonna try anyway – let’s see how would I do a carriage return in that thing?
MC what the hell is it??
You mean you are afraid to look, or what?
See the spam box in the pic I linked to …
And why does it say no more posts for you today?
Shit. It’s late. I have a newborn in the house. Humor is totally wasted on me. Look! Smoke coming from her ears!! I think she got it. Damn. I mean, really. And I haven’t been anywhere near Egyptian lettuces.
Ciudado, llamas.
Egyptian lettuces are just the thing for them when they’re colicky. Babies, not llamas.
It must be a Koan.
See the way I figure it – whenever we click on a link in PW the first thing that happens is that it goes out into the great numinous other. There, the monkey or the armadillo or the beaver catches the click and the originating IP address which tells them who clicked that particular time. Then, one of them adds the word (or words) in the spam box that are meant to guide life – these dictates are meant to be catalysts for awakening one’s true/deep/pure nature. They often recount an encounter between master and disciple, where the master’s response or question is said to reveal the deep nature of things as they are.
Then we get the page on our browser and start posting a comment and voila we interact with some precious wisdom somehow communicated from Jeff to the poor bestial array out there.
In the last case for me – they were just pissed off about some Tony Randall thing I did the other day. Or maybe it was my participation in the KR saga. I’m still learning from the master.
Right now, I swear – it says “leave”, so I shall.
See ya soon!
MC, step AWAY from the Egyptian lettuces
G’night John Boy. Llamas. Gail. I’m off to find a precious hour of shut eye before the tyrranical-infant/human-binder-clip starts the milk howling for the night. Ah, well. It’s only for six months or so. Then it’ll be every four hours, not every three.
This is tame for me you know. BTW if you even show up here you get some toasted Yopo.
I could do with a nice bracing entheogenic legume right about now, but I think I’ll settle for a hot toddy.
“Cartman: The poor kid passes it to the Jew, the Jew shoots. He misses! Proving once and for all that Jews cannot play hockey!
Kyle: Shut up Cartman! Your body is bigger than the goal!
Cartman: No, I just have a sweet hockey body.”
If I hear “straw man†or “dodge†again I’m going to bleed from my ears.
Then I take it you won’t go car shopping at Strawman Dodge…