| From: | Jacamus <CUENOJF@*********.EDU> |
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| Subject: | Electroshock Therapy |
| Date: | Mon, 11 Apr 1994 12:33:24 CDT |
advance and now I'm tryingto make the place comfortable. I'd have a
housewarming party, but nobody'd make it. The traps are too thic-
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If loose lips sink ships, then what happens to all the seamen?
Why does sour cream have an expiration date?
Why am I turning into a penguin?
Oh, drek, my arms seem to have fallen off....
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-- Jacamus (09:27:34 / 04-11-55)
>>>>>[Sorry about that last. Stuff like that has been happening all
week. I guess whenever that fraggin' chip discharges, its starting
to foul up other stuff besides my senses. I'm reminded of an old
song:
"There's someone in my head, but he's not me."
These "ghost images" are really getting on my nerves <stupid grin>.
Last night, I discussed a new version of Hamlet with an infinite
number of monkeys.
Anyway, I'm dug in here pretty deep. Got the hallway covered with
booby traps (finally get to use the bear traps!) nets and one of
those wiz new sentry guns with an FN HAR strapped on. I had to get
an advance on the rest of the year's salary to buy it all...
In here, I've got cases of ammo and food stacked everywhere.
Shotguns, grenade launchers, pistols, SMGs, assault rifles and
industrial sized cans of bug spray everywhere. Oh No! I forgot a
ward! Oh drek! They can still get me!! They're in my mind!!!!!!
AAAAAaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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-- Jacamus (12:32:34 / 04-11-55)
