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Message no. 1
From: Nightfox <DJWA@******.UCC.NAU.EDU>
Subject: insane
Date: Tue, 19 Oct 1993 20:48:00 -0700
The one small grip to sanity that I have is the friendship
I hold with a group of singing potatos.

Dan.


Remember - Insanity is only a state of mind.
Message no. 2
From: Jim Tyler <pherble@*****.COM>
Subject: Re: insane
Date: Tue, 19 Oct 1993 22:04:18 MDT
I'm not insane, I just act like it.
--
Jim Tyler
CNS/Internet Customer Service
pherble@*****.com
Message no. 3
From: "Robert A. Hayden" <hayden@*******.MANKATO.MSUS.EDU>
Subject: Re: insane
Date: Tue, 19 Oct 1993 23:09:25 -0500
On Tue, 19 Oct 1993, Nightfox wrote:

> The one small grip to sanity that I have is the friendship
> I hold with a group of singing potatos.

Gospel or Barbershop?

{[> Robert A. Hayden ____ <[} Question Authority
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Message no. 4
From: "C. Johnson" <johnson1@**.UWP.EDU>
Subject: Re: insane
Date: Tue, 19 Oct 1993 23:12:14 -0500
On Tue, 19 Oct 1993, Robert A. Hayden wrote:

> On Tue, 19 Oct 1993, Nightfox wrote:
>
> > The one small grip to sanity that I have is the friendship
> > I hold with a group of singing potatos.
>
> Gospel or Barbershop?
>
> {[> Robert A. Hayden ____ <[} Question Authority
> {[> \ /__ <]} -=-=-
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> n-(---) h+(*) f+ g+ w++ t++ r++ y+(*)



You people are nuts. I just wanted you all to know that yes, I have been
following these posts for nary a year now, and yes, I do read them. Who
is the crazier?

Hayden, you have a PGP 2.3 Public Key, too? My paraniod confused
relationship person has one, and mailed the whole frigging file to my
account! augh! It was like... 4 megs. damned computer geeks.

I /still/ can't figure out how to use the stupid thing. And trying to get
/him/ to explain is the pits. English isn't his first language. C++ is.

Hell. English isn't even is 17th language. And he hates Shadowrun. No
compatability, eh?

And me an English Major. AUGH!

Christina M. Johnson johnson1@**.uwp.edu
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Message no. 5
From: "Robert A. Hayden" <hayden@*******.MANKATO.MSUS.EDU>
Subject: Re: insane
Date: Tue, 19 Oct 1993 23:26:43 -0500
On Tue, 19 Oct 1993, C. Johnson wrote:

> On Tue, 19 Oct 1993, Robert A. Hayden wrote:
> You people are nuts. I just wanted you all to know that yes, I have been
> following these posts for nary a year now, and yes, I do read them. Who
> is the crazier?

I designed the first Thwap. I run all four mailing lists. I think I
qualify.

> Hayden, you have a PGP 2.3 Public Key, too? My paraniod confused
> relationship person has one, and mailed the whole frigging file to my
> account! augh! It was like... 4 megs. damned computer geeks.

Uh . . . like . . . there is a manual for it.

> Hell. English isn't even is 17th language. And he hates Shadowrun. No
> compatability, eh?

Hate's Shadowrun? How grusome! What are you doing with him! You should
be dating someone crazy who likes shadowrun . . . like me.

> And me an English Major. AUGH!

You poor child. Don't you know that the wave of the furture is studying
Klingon?

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Message no. 6
From: Stainless Steel Rat <ratinox@***.NEU.EDU>
Subject: Re: insane
Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1993 14:18:30 EDT
>>>>> "CJ" == C Johnson <johnson1@**.uwp.edu> writes:

CJ> Hayden, you have a PGP 2.3 Public Key, too?

Yep, he does. Lots of us do.

CJ> My paraniod confused relationship person has one, and mailed the whole
CJ> frigging file to my account! augh! It was like... 4 megs. damned
CJ> computer geeks.

Sounds like he sent the whole fraggin' keyring, not just the key :-).

CJ> I /still/ can't figure out how to use the stupid thing. And trying to
CJ> get /him/ to explain is the pits. English isn't his first
CJ> language. C++ is.

pgpdoc1.txt is pretty clear about how to use PGP, I thought.

Rat <ratinox@***.neu.edu> Northeastern's Stainless Steel Rat
ask about rat-pgp.el v1.63 PGP Public Key Block available upon request
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Message no. 7
From: The Deb Decker <RJR96326@****.UTULSA.EDU>
Subject: Re: insane
Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1993 13:56:29 GMT
>>Sounds like he sent the whole fraggin' keyring, not just the key :-).

Maybe she wants him to send her a ring. :)

J Roberson
Message no. 8
From: "C. Johnson" <johnson1@**.UWP.EDU>
Subject: Re: insane
Date: Thu, 21 Oct 1993 11:54:29 -0500
On Wed, 20 Oct 1993, The Deb Decker wrote:

> >>Sounds like he sent the whole fraggin' keyring, not just the key :-).
>
> Maybe she wants him to send her a ring. :)
>
> J Roberson

Ack. No. He's a great guy and stuff. But ack. No.

Christina M. Johnson, University of WI, Parkside, Kenosha johnson1@**.uwp.edu
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My race was assimilated by BORG, and all I got was this lousy T-shirt.
Message no. 9
From: "Robert A. Hayden" <hayden@*******.MANKATO.MSUS.EDU>
Subject: Re: insane
Date: Thu, 21 Oct 1993 12:18:38 -0500
On Thu, 21 Oct 1993, C. Johnson wrote:


> Ack. No. He's a great guy and stuff. But ack. No.

*shakes head slowly in utter confusion*

{[> Robert A. Hayden ____ <[} Question Authority
{[> \ /__ <]} -=-=-
{[> aq650@****.INS.CWRU.Edu \/ / <]} Finger for PGP 2.3a Public Key
{[> hayden@*******.mankato.msus.edu \/ <]} Finger for Geek Code Info
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Message no. 10
From: "Dark Thought Publications." <JEK5313@*****.TAMU.EDU>
Subject: Re: insane
Date: Thu, 21 Oct 1993 12:46:59 -0500
On Thu, 21 Oct 1993, C. Johnson wrote:


> Ack. No. He's a great guy and stuff. But ack. No.
^^^^^
Stuff. How romantic. *sigh* I get this warm, fuzzy feeling all over. . .

--Flare <NULLSIG COURTESY OF DOOM>

Dark Thought Publications & Doom Technologies, Inc.
>>> Working on solutions best left in the dark.
Message no. 11
From: "C. Johnson" <johnson1@**.UWP.EDU>
Subject: Re: insane
Date: Thu, 21 Oct 1993 16:14:23 -0500
On Thu, 21 Oct 1993, Robert A. Hayden wrote:

> On Thu, 21 Oct 1993, C. Johnson wrote:
>
>
> > Ack. No. He's a great guy and stuff. But ack. No.
>
> *shakes head slowly in utter confusion*

Aren't there any other females on this list? Doesn't anyone understand?

(not that I, myself, understand.)

Ah hell. *sounds of crashing and breaking as thread is dropped.*

That's much better...


Christina M. Johnson, University of WI, Parkside, Kenosha johnson1@**.uwp.edu
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My race was assimilated by BORG, and all I got was this lousy T-shirt.
Message no. 12
From: "Robert A. Hayden" <hayden@*******.MANKATO.MSUS.EDU>
Subject: Re: insane
Date: Thu, 21 Oct 1993 16:22:18 -0500
On Thu, 21 Oct 1993, C. Johnson wrote:

> Aren't there any other females on this list? Doesn't anyone understand?

I think there is at least one, but she/he/it won't tell me.

> Ah hell. *sounds of crashing and breaking as thread is dropped.*

Takes out the superglue. It's so fun to pick on you.


{[> Robert A. Hayden ____ <[} Hatred is NOT a family value
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Message no. 13
From: "C. Johnson" <johnson1@**.UWP.EDU>
Subject: Re: insane
Date: Thu, 21 Oct 1993 21:32:04 -0500
On Thu, 21 Oct 1993, Robert A. Hayden wrote:

> > Ah hell. *sounds of crashing and breaking as thread is dropped.*
>
> Takes out the superglue. It's so fun to pick on you.
>


For you Andrew... anything for you...


*sounds of Chris getting her fingers stuck together as she attempts to
superglue thread*

Ah hell. I did it again. Now i can only type with my thumbs.


Christina M. Johnson, University of WI, Parkside, Kenosha johnson1@**.uwp.edu
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"So this is the Sword of Immortality, huh? What's it doing in a crypt?"
-John S. Novak III
Message no. 14
From: "The Great Gonzo `8r) (Ben Granzeau)"
Subject: Re: insane
Date: Fri, 22 Oct 1993 04:29:51 CST
Christina M. Johnson writes:
> Aren't there any other females on this list? Doesn't anyone understand?
> (not that I, myself, understand.)

Um, yeah, there are lots of women on here. There are just hiding...
Yeah, that's it.

Um, actually, not many girls like shooting people. Only a select few.
Actually, usually only the ones I date...

The *DUCK* Gonzo

"Please don't shoot me||"


Just joking...

Smurf Sex
===========================================================
It's time to tell the truth about Smurfs.

You see, Smurfs are a lot like other folks; they have dreams and
ambitions, deep, thoughtful conversations with each other, and
good and bad times.

"But," people ask, "do Smurfs have..... you know,...... *sex*?"
The answer is an emphatic and resounding YES!

And why shouldn't they? They're people, too.

What *most* people don't know is why Smurfs are blue. Well, the
reason is because Smurfs only have sex once a year.

Face it: if you had sex only once a year, you'd be blue, too.
Once a year, in the Smurf village, flags and banners fly happily
in the breeze, proclaiming that the day of the annual Smuckfest
has arrived. Birds sing and the Sun comes out to watch, despite
the weatherSmurf's direst predictions.

I guess good ol' Mr. Sun is a voyeur.

In the middle of town, Papa Smurf gives a brief speech explaining
the origin of the Smuckfest; how Dr. C. Everett Koop came to the
village and warned all the Smurfs about AIDS. Papa Smurf knew
that no one made condoms small enough for a Smurf (even though
everyone knows that all male Smurfs are uniformly well-hung, for
their size), so he decreed that all Smurfs would only smuck one
day a year.

"Smucking one day a year will help us identify any diseases we
may transmit to one another, and keep them from spreading to the
animals in the forest," declaimed Papa Smurf. "Besides, it will
give Smurfette a chance to rest."

Yes! Smurfette must rest. For, as everyone knows, Smurfette is
the only female Smurf in the village, and after a full day of
having vigorous, rabid sex with two hundred cunt-crazed little
blue men, she needs a break.

So, on the appointed day, Papa Smurf bids everyone throw their
inhibitions to the wind and immerse themselves in debauchery.
And, as is his privilege, Papa Smurf throws out the first throe.

At his signal, Smurfette unties the skintight blue band she must
use to suppress her natural bustiness, and her astounding tits
spring forth into the daylight. The Sun gleams lecherously on
the smooth, blue flesh, nipples crinkling in the light of day
from her soon-to-be-unbridled lust.

Then Smurfette shimmies out of her skirt and stands before the
crowd, naked as the day she was born, save the spike-heeled white
boots she has donned just for the occasion. Her long, blonde
hair cascades down her back and lasciviously outlines her
buttocks, clinging like a dirty old man's gaze to each curve and
dimple.

Her cunt winks lewdly from behind the golden shield of pubic
glory, already glistening in mad anticipation of each and every
raging rod it would receive that day. And receive them gladly it
would, for hers is the indefatigable furburger, and she hungered
for the sauce blended in the heat of passion.

Smurfette turns to Papa Smurf and lifts her stupendous breasts
with their turgid nipples to his lips. He takes each one, in
turn, into his mouth, where his tongue dances the Fabulous
Fandango around the areolae, as Smurfette moans like a cat in
heat.

Then, when poor Smurfette can take no more, Papa Smurf drops to
his bony little knees and sprinkles his magic deSmurfilating dust
on Smurfette's engorged cunt lips. Presto! The lovely blonde
braiding material falls from her, leaving her shaved smooth as a
hard-boiled egg.

"Oh, Papa Smurf!" she cries. "Encore!! Encore!!", as she
writhes in anticipation of the Fabulous Furless Fandango danced
'round her pulsating pussy.

Papa Smurf does not disappoint the damsel in distress; he slides
his hands under her tight little blue ass and parts her moistness
with his thumbs. As the hot, funky juices begin to run down his
arms, he plunges tongue-first and tonsil-deep into her wiggling
womanhood. Smurfette gasps as the talented tongue begins to do
its magic, and her cunt clutches at it like a baby bird after a
worm.

Cradling his head to her crotch, Smurfette's hips begin to slowly
grind and twitch, for Papa Smurf's tongue has unerringly found
her S-spot, and Smurfette begins the slow, hot, agonizing rise to
ecstasy. "Oh, make me smurf, baby, make me smurf!", she pants,
each stroke of his tongue causing her to throb and clutch.

As Smurfette's moans and cries rise in pitch higher and higher,
the crowd gazes in amazement at the mighty mound of meat
struggling to escape from Papa Smurf's pants. This, then, is the
legendary Trouser Titan, bulging forth in a determined attempt to
split the barrier.

Just when Smurfette is certain that she will die from sheer
sensory overload, Papa Smurf flings off his Levis and frees the
Magnificent Heat-Seeking Moisture Missle from its cradle.
Maddened with blind lust, Smurfette hurls Papa Smurf to the
platform and leaps shrieking into the air, landing unerringly on
his Titanic Totem.

Suddenly filled, Smurfette's cunt explodes in a monster orgasm,
the force of which propels her screaming into the air again and
again, each time plummeting her onto the Potent Purple Pecker and
triggering another climax.

Before Smurfette can achieve orbit, Papa Smurf grab her legs and
pulls her to the ground. Swiftly, he stands, pulling her to her
knees. Gasping in awe, Smurfette gets a head-on view of his
hard-on, glistening in the light like a war staff.

The sight of this shining stud is too much for Smurfette, who
immediately grabs both of Papa smurf's bulging balls in her hands
and pulls him to her waiting mouth. With preternatural skill and
primeval hunger, Smurfette devours the monster cock, licking and
sucking like a starving child with an ice cream cone.

His ass knotting like a sailor's anchor rope, Papa Smurf pounds
into Smurfette's mouth with furious strokes. As he reaches his
blazing climax, he forces Smurfette to take all thirteen and
7/8ths inches of blue tube steak and fires round after pulsing
round of blue goo down her ravenous throat.

"Hurray!!", shouts the crowd. "Now it's OUR turn!!"

Suddenly the town square erupts with scenes of azure carnality,
as 200 tiny blue asses appear in the sunlight. 200 raging
cocks swarm toward Smurfette's waiting and ever-willing cunt,
ready to make her scream for mercy as they scream for more. 400
bouncing balls follow each other toward the nearest available
orifice, making Smurfette wish there were more of her.

Those lucky enough to find access to Smurfette's fabulous form
begin their crazed humping, as others find their schlongs being
stroked as fast as she can grab. Those whose time will come
later are coming now, as their friends clutch lustily at their
forbidden fruits, flinging frothy fuck-foam far and wide.

Up the ass! Down the throat! Backhand, forehand, underhand, in
the armpit or behind the knee, the Smurfs erupt in a display of
orgasmic prowess to shame the most devoted student of the Kama
Sutra. Soon the street become hazardous to navigate (and
navigate one must), as the square gets deeper and deeper in the
collective come.

Hour after hour, the orgy rampages on.

Gradually, as night falls, the screams of orgasmic ecstasy turn
to the moans and sighs of deep contentment, with the occasional
whimper from an over-enthusiastic sodomite. Soon all is quiet,
as Smurf helps Smurf back to Home and Preparation H. Tubes of
Chap-Stick are quickly distributed to soothe aching lips, and
aloe gel is applied (as are lips, if it is too stimulating) to
the citizen's members to ease the burning.

As the exhausted (and completely sated) Smurfs lie in sexual
stupor, gentle rains come (not them, too!) to wash away all
traces of the fleshfest that was.

And you wondered why Smurfs are always in such a good mood...
Message no. 15
From: The Deb Decker <RJR96326@****.UTULSA.EDU>
Subject: Re: insane
Date: Fri, 22 Oct 1993 17:08:19 GMT
Sorry I reposted Gonzo. I hit reply/extract only to discover some fool
disabled the select key on this terminal.


J Roberson
Message no. 16
From: The Deb Decker <RJR96326@****.UTULSA.EDU>
Subject: Re: insane
Date: Fri, 22 Oct 1993 18:10:54 GMT
>> Aren't there any other females on this list? Doesn't anyone understand?
>> (not that I, myself, understand.)
'Nuff Said. It's not the parts that make understanding difficult, it's
just the fact that we're all different.

>Um, yeah, there are lots of women on here. There are just hiding...

Hiding in men's clothing. Ooh, yeah.

>Um, actually, not many girls like shooting people. Only a select few.

I would hope that not many guys like shooting people either.

>Actually, usually only the ones I date...

Buy a vest or date someone else. Vests are available from U.S. Cavalry's
catalogs. They have a wide variety, from concealable under-the-shirt to the
ATF-style camera vest.



J Roberson

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