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I'm a little tea pot..:

(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 2:05:32 pm)

:
pedro amores...
(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 2:10:28 pm)

Myk Murphy:
Safire has a scathing editorial on the franco-german foolishness in the ny times today. If his assertions are correct, there should be hell to pay.
(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 2:29:11 pm)

Myk Murphy:
Trouble here at the taffy factory. Cold air blowing into the office. The heater is overwhelmed.
(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 2:33:42 pm)

:
"The events of September 11 will be a picnic compared with what would happen to America if it commits
aggression against Iraq," the Babel paper of President Saddam Hussein's son Uday said today.
(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 2:58:27 pm)

A picnic, I tell you.
(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 3:04:42 pm)

for sure.
(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 3:08:41 pm)

Bill:

Thanks for reading
(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 3:11:59 pm)

Chewing Wax:
It's down to 4 degrees here. It was a balmy 9 when I woke up this morning.
(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 3:14:07 pm)

:
"Arabs have beards
like mine. Iranians
have longer beards. In general, we can differentiate clearly between
Arabs and Iranians."
(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 3:14:09 pm)

Chewing Wax:
This should be it. A warm front is coming through. High tomorrow is supposed to be 19. Shorts weather!
(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 3:15:12 pm)

Heruka:
P
(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 3:16:33 pm)

:
P
(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 3:17:59 pm)

Chewing Wax:

(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 3:18:02 pm)

Chewing Wax:
P?
(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 3:18:09 pm)

Heruka:
we're up to like 12. damn balmy here.
(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 3:22:15 pm)

:
uday hussein is lucky he isn'ta schoolboy in maine
uday hussein is into pony girls
uday hussein is pretty much irrelevant in the grand scheme of things
(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 3:25:09 pm)

damn balmy:

(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 3:28:20 pm)

Heruka:

(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 3:31:29 pm)

Queenie:
Greetings from the farmhouse
(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 3:43:34 pm)

Heruka:
Yeah? You and Decoy can trade tabacco growing techniques.
(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 3:53:41 pm)

Heruka:
how to wash overalls without taking them off.
(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 3:54:19 pm)

(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 3:57:33 pm)

:
The back door of the farmhouse looks out over an overgrown yard that holds a small shed and a pile of rotting wooden
planks that cover an old, dry cistern. I paused for a moment and listened as the screaming pig mindlessly tried to break
through the front door.

Making my decision, I stepped outside and, avoiding the rotted planks that covered the cistern, immediately ran toward the
safety of my home. At the angle I was running, I knew I would be more than halfway across the field before the beast could
see me from the front porch. I would be safely inside my house before it ever knew what was happening.

The pig saw me quicker than what I had hoped. With a mad squeal, it bounded off the porch and started running for me..
Fear of what the beast would do to me drove me faster than what I thought physically capable.Gasping for breath I ran up my steps and burst through my door. As I turned to slam it shut, I screamed to see the pig already
halfway up the front steps. My door closed in its face and, once again, the pig tried to break down a door to get to me.

I phoned the neighboring farmer who must have thought I was insane. Out of breath and near tears, as I gasped out my story I
suddenly noticed that outside all had gone strangely quiet.
(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 4:07:37 pm)

:
Carefully, I approached the opening of the cistern and looked down on my piggish tormentor. The cistern was narrow, but a
good seven feet deep. The hog, looking up at me with proverbial murder in his eyes, vainly struggled to climb the sheer sides.
I fell on my knees and began to laugh hysterically while the swine squealed porcine curses.
(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 4:11:14 pm)

:
the hog had finally shut up and stared at me malevolently. I uncapped the carboy and kicked it into the
cistern. As the gas spilled around its hooves the pig began squealing in earnest. Whistling merrily as the pig screamed, I
walked back from the cistern a safe distance, lit the flare and lobbed it into the hole in the ground. The resulting explosion
knocked me flat on my back. Simultaneously, I heard one final lung-shattering scream from the pig as the fireball shot up into
the sky. As the fire roared in fury, I began to giggle. The giggle turned into laughter and the laughter degenerated into shrieking
howls of madness and I didn’t stop until I was out of breath and strength.

(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 4:11:55 pm)

(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 4:15:23 pm)

(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 4:15:50 pm)

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I have now been here in this shed for two days while the pig squats obscenely outside the door. I know I have met something
far beyond my ability to understand. As I walk around the shed and peer out at it from the gaps between the planks, the pig
follows me with blackened eyeless sockets.
(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 4:22:16 pm)

Myk Murphy:
that's a pissed off pig.
(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 5:46:21 pm)

:
Was it that ham and bacon club I ate the other day in front of him? Smacking my lips and laughing with each porky swallow? Back then he was pink and lovely, fourteen weeks old and already ripe for the slaughter. His little pig tail cork screwing in the air with delight as I called his name.
(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 7:00:44 pm)

(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 7:06:45 pm)

We've come for the pig..
(Thu Jan 23, 2003 - 7:12:32 pm)