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Friday, February 06, 2004 |
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HEY Mhoback@mindspring.com!
Hey Gina!
I would like to represent you the GAME.
Okay! Start Representing!
CAUTION: Read this step by step only!!!
Whew. Glad you warned me.
If you are not 18 don't read this mail at all!!!
Aw, go away, you. You're flirting now, aren't you?
You gotta read this sentence by sentence!
No problem.
Before you start the game wish something! And I gonna say you just one thing - everybody who play this game say that their wishes came true.
(Gosh, I sure wish I knew of a free, sexy website. Where in the world could I find one) Okay. Got it.
1.Take the peace of paper and draw two empty squares. In the first square write any number.
Seven. That's my lucky number.
2. Open this page and register freesexyworld. You gotta do this certainly because you can't play this game without it. When registration finished find on the page the first simple number and write it to the second square
Okay. Hold on, okay. 383
3.Don't read forward if you haven't do the second directions because the wish will never come true.
I did it, Gina. What was that part where they needed my Visa number?
-!!!And this is the key to the game!!!
1. I don't know what is the meaning of first number but this number is important in your life.
3. The second number is the count of the people you got to mail this letter. Do this or your wish will never come true.
I'VE GOT TO MAIL THIS TO 383 PEOPLE! BULLSHIT.
If you will believe this game your life will be much better.
Ah, this ain't nothing but a UCE.
This is not an UCE! This is a friendly bonus from Gina.
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Monday, February 02, 2004 |
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 Satan: 'They Had Rocks'
The Prince of Darkness granted an interview to Leonard Maltin today in which he denied any and all responsibility for the trampling death of 251 Muslims. The pilgrims were trampled yesterday while participating in a hajj near the city of Mina, Saudi Arabia.
"I was sitting in my tent with a cold Bud Light," Satan began. "I had just conjured it up by having my devil dog jump into the lap of an unwitting Westerner and biting him squarely on the crotch, causing him to toss the frosty beverage into the air, from which I directed it to Mina, and onward into my hands. You might think that with my awesome powers it is surprising that I would drink a light beer, but by the Brow of Aratheum, I find it much less filling."
"At any rate, I was preparing to create some Nachos to enjoy during the big game - I'm a Panthers fan, and helped them make it to the Superbowl - when I heard something outside of my tent. I pulled open the flap, and I could not believe my eyes. There were two million pilgrims, crazy-eyed and chanting they were, and they had rocks!"
Dick Clark, former host of 'American Bandstand' and the '20,000 Dollar Pyramid' who currently works as a spokesman for Beelzebub, had earlier issued a statement which claimed that the trampling was entirely justified due to the hostile nature of the hajj. "Middle-Eastern law allows everyone the right of self defense," said Clark. "The fact that my client is a hideous demon does not mean that he has to take abuse from every Tom, Dick, and Abdul that walks by."
The horned-one elaborated. "What would you do? This is their big 'Stoning the Devil' ritual. Their crazy festival goes on for three days, hear my words, three days where they are running around with their stones and chanting their obscene little chants, chants which I daresay you would find most degrading if they were directed at you."
"Did you do anything to help diffuse the situation," asked Maltin.
"Diffuse the situation? These people are nuts, Leonard. I usually try to be out of town for the 'Stoning the Devil' weekend, and this year I just forgot. Nothing like this has ever happened before."
"Satan, if I could... according to my notes, 180 people were trampled to death back in 1998... Just looking back over the past decade, I see incidents in 1994, 1998, 2001, and 2003, as well as yesterdays incident."
"Ha! You are a cunning reporter but you are confusing your facts, Maltin. All those other years, they trampled each other. This is the first year that I have done all the trampling. It's self dense, damnit. They had rocks." |
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Tuesday, January 27, 2004 |
Alpaca
The moving finger writes, and having writ moves on.
I saw that digit yesterday, encroaching on my lawn.
Begone, begone I cried aloud,
Thou foul and evil thing –
And then before a dewdrop formed, a telephone did ring.
Telegirl: (lovely voice, fish fry in the cookpot of mid-afternoon fantasy – she knows your name, although it is not to be revealed just yet.) Alpacas are the animals that are changing your life today!
Poet: Okay.
T: Okay!
P: I think you dialed the wrong…
T: Did you know that Dick Cheney has invested heavily in the alpaca industry? The alpaca industry is the future of the future!
P: Aren’t alpacas kind of like some sort of a sweater?
T: A sweater? A goldmine is more like it!
P: Are you calling locally?
T: Here, take a look at these wonderful animals!
P: Because if it was a local call, I was thinking… you know, I can’t see HTML Over the phone… Good lord! What the hell are those things?
T: Alpacas!
P: Are they good?
T: Yes, very, very good.
P: Tasty, huh? Well, let me try ordering a couple of steaks, mmm, and maybe half a dozen chops.
T: You have to cut them yourself.
P: What?
T: You have to cut them yourself. We sell the entire alpaca.
P: Oh.
T: You would have to go to Peru or somewhere to find them in steak format.
P: Oh.
T: Sorry.
P: So, like do you grow alpacas your self?
T: It’s the best thing I’ve ever done!
P: Really?
T: I’d call them a huggable investment!
P: Let me check my wallet… |
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Monday, January 26, 2004 |
Mhoback?
Hello its Diana, naughty girl who love to smoke. |
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Hi Diana, it's been a while. Hold on, I'm gonna light up too.
Mhoback , let me introduce for you our new galleries.
Diana, the name is Mark. Mhoback, is just my mail name. |
| Do you know what a Bar Room Rosey is?
No I don't, Diana. What is a Bar Room Rosey? You don't mean a Bar Room Rosé, do you? I'm familiar with that.
It's the chick you passed over when you walked in the bar earlier, But Now after a few cold ones and the clock is ticking close to closing time.
Oh, I got you, a Bar Room Rosie. Like the talk show.
She's starting to look damn good!
Rosie O'Donnell? Get out of here! Any reason you sent me these pictures? I mean, they're pretty mundane.
Well, we collected them all at 'Average Girls'!
Mmm, okay I guess. I don't know why I'd be tempted to go there, though. I prefer to spend my porno dollars - I hope I don't come off like a pig here - at sites like 'Pretty Girls'.
You'll find there everything that you ever dreamed of!
I've been having this dream lately where I'm late for work, and when I arrive, everyone has been transformed into flesh eating zombies. Plus I'm naked.
Go there now, thank me later.
I might. I've got to finish the new Virtual Occoquan first. Maybe later. If I drink enough. See ya! Kisses!
Kisses,
Diana
Naughty girl who love to smoke :) |
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