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bela:
Oh, ok.
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 11:17:58 am)

Cushca:
Meat?
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 11:21:05 am)

Decoy:
I shouldn't have even said that much. Knock.
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 11:21:18 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Cushca rang me some time ago in a state of some agitation, but unfortunately I was rather busy at the time and the workload has only just abated. Can I be of any help, Bird? Or has the moment passed?
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 11:22:22 am)

Cushca:
The moment is still here.
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 11:23:18 am)

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What Bush Should of Said. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If I were President George W. Bush's Speech Writer. By: Mitchell R. Robb Good evening my fellow Americans. First, I want to pass on my condolences to the people of New York and all Americans that are hurting in this tragic time. You can rest assured that anything and everything that can be done to assure the safety of our country will be done. This is the greatest country in the world and we will get through this trying time. Now is the time for all people to set aside our petty differences and show the world that no one or nothing can destroy the fortitude of the American people. To the people responsible for today's tragedy, I say this: Are you fucking kidding me? Are the turbans on your heads wrapped too tight? Have you gone too long without a bath? Do you not know who you are fucking with? Americans are so hungry to kill, that we shoot at each other every day. We will relish that opportunity for new targets for our aggression. Have you forgotten history? What happened to the last people that started fucking around with us? Remember the little yellow bastards over in Japan? We slapped them all over the Pacific and roasted about 2 million of them in their own back yard. That's what we in America call a big ass barbecue. Ever seen Texas on a map? Ever wonder why it's so big? Because we wanted it that way, Mexico started jacking around with the Alamo and now they cut our lawns. England? We sent them packing. Ask your buddy Saddam about fucking with the good 'ole USA. The only reason he got away the first time is because it's too hard to shoot someone when you're doubled over laughing at them. Our soldiers aren't trained to laugh and shoot at the same time. Now he couldn't stop a pack of cub scouts from taking over his shitty little country. Trust us, Afghanistan will end up a giant kitty litter box. Go ahead and try to hide, Bin Laden. There's not a hole deep enough or a mountain high enough that's goingt o keep your camel riding asses safe. We will bomb every inch of the country that harbors him, his camps and any place that looks and even smells like he was there. Hell, we might even drop a few bombs on people that have pissed us off in the past. This is America. We kick ass.This is what we do. Go ahead and laugh now, but the Tomahawks are coming and we will smoke your sorry asses. God bless America!
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 11:24:52 am)

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In Japan, some have replaced the impersonal and unhelpful MicrosoftError messages with Haiku poetry messages.Haiku poetry has strict construction rules. Each poem has only threelines, 17 syllables: five syllables in the first line, seven in thesecond, five in the third. Haikus are used to communicate a timelessmessage often achieving a wistful, yearning and powerful insight throughextreme brevity -- the essence of Zen:Your file was so big.It might be very useful.But now it is gone.-------------------------------------------The Web site you seekCannot be located, butCountless more exist.--------------------------------------------Chaos reigns within.Reflect, repent, and reboot.Order shall return.----------------------------------------------Program aborting:Close all that you have worked on.You ask far too much.------------------------------------------------Windows NT crashed.I am the Blue Screen of Death.No one hears your screams.--------------------------------------------------Yesterday it worked.Today it is not working.Windows is like that.---------------------------------------------------First snow, then silence.This thousand-dollar screen diesSo beautifully.-------------------------------------------------With searching comes lossAnd the presence of absence:"My Novel" not found.--------------------------------------------------The Tao that is seenIs not the true Tao-untilYou bring fresh toner.-------------------------------------------------Stay the patient course.Of little worth is your ire.The network is down.---------------------------------------------------A crash reducesYour expensive computerTo a simple stone.---------------------------------------------------Three things are certain:Death, taxes and lost data.Guess which has occurred.---------------------------------------------------You step in the stream,But the water has moved on.This page is not here.---------------------------------------------------Out of memory.We wish to hold the whole sky,But we never will.--------------------------------------------------Having been erased,The document you're seekingMust now be retyped.--------------------------------------------------Serious error.All shortcuts have disappeared.Screen. Mind. Both are blank.
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 11:25:13 am)

bela:
What the fuck is wrong? Chill out girl. When I say meat I just mean really handsome, muscular stupid firemen. YOu know, big and strong.
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 11:25:22 am)

Cushca:
Oh I see. I have no objection to them being called meat. In fact, I did have a small dalliance with some fireman "meat" once.
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 11:26:23 am)

Cushca:
Sorry. Those huge things were mine.
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 11:26:37 am)

Cushca:
You know what I mean.
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 11:26:48 am)

Chewing Wax:
Did I say Mets?
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 11:28:38 am)

bela:
Well, the cutest thing you ever did see took place at my home last night. I took a valium and crashed on the sofa with monkey kitty and franco. And kitty fell asleep with his arm around the generalissimo. It was very cute.
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 11:31:56 am)

Chewing Wax:
and me without my camera
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 11:33:20 am)

Chewing Wax:
give one of your valiums to Cushca. It sounds like she needs one.
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 11:33:51 am)

bela:
Yeah, really.
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 11:35:20 am)

Cushca:
Yes. Give me one. Now.
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 11:42:11 am)

bela:
I should be asking you for drugs.
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 11:47:19 am)

Chewing Wax:
At least ship me a case of that Absynth for the love of Pete.
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 11:57:06 am)

Sleepy:
My boss is driving me absolutely, fucking insane.
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 11:59:29 am)

Chewing Wax:
That's better
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 12:02:01 pm)

Cushca:
Sleepy's boss is, in actual fact, an utter cunt.
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 12:03:17 pm)

Cushca:
And she smokes like a spaz.
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 12:03:26 pm)

Chewing Wax:
I've heard that
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 12:03:54 pm)

Cushca:
Well it's all true.
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 12:04:35 pm)

bela:
I have the coolest boss. Doesn't give a shit what I do, when I come in or leave. He rules like Ozzy.
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 12:06:18 pm)

Sleepy:
Work is so fucking inconvenient.
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 12:31:34 pm)

Chewing Wax:
it's true.
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 12:33:16 pm)

Chewing Wax:
I'm hungry. What's for lunch?
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 12:33:29 pm)

bela:
I'm not going to comment. Everyone knows how I feel about that.
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 12:33:47 pm)

Chewing Wax:
That isn't right.
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 12:44:00 pm)

Cushca and Sleepy:
Happy birthday for tomorrow darling.
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 12:49:11 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Thank you loves
(Fri Sep 28, 2001 - 12:56:22 pm)