Yep, it's that time again. SSUCC's Meatings are (as always) on the second Sunday
of the month, from 4-6 PM, at Coffee Messiah. If you have questions, feel free
to post to the group. Thanks!

Dobbs' Long March is ON--it just won't be PLANNED this time.

Mark your calendars for September 19-21.

The theme this year is Dutch Campout--meaning, YOU rent out the
cabin. (Or you can arrange to share/split the cost--it's $70 for two
days, but large enough that two couples could easily sleep there.)

Meals are also up to you, although I am sure that pleas to our local
Breakfast Gods, Marcus & Valerie, might give good results.

Hijinks will ensue. Don't be a chump, be a CHIMP. Or a CHAMP. Or even
a CHOMP, but not a CHUMP, anything! COME MARCH WITH US, CHILDREN!


Lil

--- In ssucc-l@yahoogroups.com, "rwrode" <doktorpissoff@m...> wrote:
> Uh...we're expecting to see you at Brushwood.

Dok, no matter how I try, I never seem able to tell enough people
about what's going on in life.

In this case, we haven't been planning on going to Brushwood at all
this year. Thea and I both have fairly new jobs and haven't
accumulated enough time off to make it work. Money's tight--I owe
over $1400 in back taxes, to give one immediate example. And frankly,
I'm burned out enough that *MOVING* seems slackful in comparison to
travelling cross-country and dealing with allergies, a dearth of a
personal frappy stash, and dumbass Bobbies.

We'll miss our FRIENDS, though--you and Barbara included--not to
mention the hot tub! But honestly, you guys should come out here
sometime. If you saw our yard, you might understand. The yard might
be small, but it's the greenest, densest patch of Eden I've
encountered yet. I'm not exaggerating--we even have the apple tree to
prove it. No forbidden fruit yet, alas, but we'll fix that. Heh heh.


Lil

----- Original Message -----

From: Lilith von Fraumench

To: ssucc-l@yahoogroups.com

Sent: Friday, June 27, 2003 4:03 PM

Subject: [SSUCC-L] Move update

For those of you who had volunteered to help us move this Saturday,
thanks.

However, we must hold off until NEXT Saturday, on account that the
former tenant of our new house decided that the place needed painted
closets and newly hung drapes. The notion of GETTING OUT didn't seem
to cross her mind.

Oh well. We're trying again next Saturday, July 5 (if the Xists don't
actually Rupture us, making the move unnecessary), at Noon. The
offers of food etc. are still standing.

Thanks!


Lil




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For those of you who had volunteered to help us move this Saturday,
thanks.

However, we must hold off until NEXT Saturday, on account that the
former tenant of our new house decided that the place needed painted
closets and newly hung drapes. The notion of GETTING OUT didn't seem
to cross her mind.

Oh well. We're trying again next Saturday, July 5 (if the Xists don't
actually Rupture us, making the move unnecessary), at Noon. The
offers of food etc. are still standing.

Thanks!


Lil

http://query.nytimes.com/search/article-page.html?res=9506E3D71E39F930A25755C0A9\
659C8B63


JOURNEYS; The End of the Road For 'Devil's Highway'
By JODI WILGOREN
June 13, 2003


The business cards for the Anasazi Restaurant & Lounge -- a
single-story roadhouse in Cortez, Colo., whose Saturday night prime
rib special ($14.50 for 8 ounces, $16.50 for 10) attracts both locals
and truckers bunking at the adjacent motel -- list the address as 640
S. Broadway.

And therein lies a tale.

About 15 years ago, June Merrett, who owned the Anasazi then, decided
that the address of her establishment was unacceptable. As though it
wasn't inauspicious enough to be stuck squarely on U.S. Route 666,
the building's number was also 666. So along with adopting the local
name of the road as it crosses through town -- Broadway -- she
convinced officials at City Hall to switch the address of the Anasazi
to 640.

''She said, 'Why should we have the double devil?' '' Ruth E.
Russell, the Anasazi's lounge manager, recalled. ''She said three
sixes is enough.''

Now, it seems even three sixes are too many.

For 77 years, Route 666, christened as the sixth tributary off Route
66, has woven its way through three states, beginning in the drab,
fast-food corridor of Gallup, N.M., a two hours' drive west of
Albuquerque. Then it travels through the vast, dusty Navajo
Reservation, curving into Cortez, Colo., and rolling through the
cattle ranches of Colorado and Utah before ending up 191 miles later
in the town of Monticello, Utah (pop. 1,958).

But this spring, politicians in those three states, led by Bill
Richardson, the governor of New Mexico, petitioned the federal agency
that handles such things to change the highway's number, arguing that
the New Testament's association of 666 with Satan was impairing the
economic vitality of the towns along its route.

This humble highway is hardly the first to have an identity crisis.
South Korea added seven soldiers to its original Iraq contingent to
bring the total to a noncontroversial 673. Moscow's bus route 666
became 616 in 1999. Even the United States government, which has a
policy against switching Social Security numbers for religious
reasons, agreed in 1996 to issue a new one for a 1-year-old girl in
Orange County, Calif., whose parents refused to list her 666 on their
income taxes.

All this even though the relevant Biblical passage -- from
Revelations, Chapter 13 -- does not even explicitly mention the
Devil. ''Here is wisdom,'' says Verse 18. ''Let him that hath
understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of
a man; and his number is six hundred threescore and six.''

Whatever the validity of the fears, Route 666 is no more. On May 31,
it was changed to 491. It will take up to a year, and untold sums,
for the three states to change their signs and maps to reflect the
sanitized moniker, and the cowboys and Indians who live along the
unassuming road will probably keep calling it Triple Six long
afterward. But people who might have feared to make the trek from,
say, Yellow Jacket, Colo., to Eastland, Utah, because of the number
of the highway that links the two can now hit the road without
trepidation.

Of course, maybe there wasn't all that much to worry about in the first place.

That was the impression I got the weekend before the name change as
my boyfriend, Gary, and I drove the length of the highway to see what
the fuss was all about -- and to earn the distinction of being among
the last to drive what's known locally as ''the Devil's highway.''

Riding with the top down in Thrifty's red Sebring, we logged 800
miles in 48 hours. We did not see the Devil. There was nary an
entrepreneur who had capitalized on the numerology with a Hell's
Kitchen cafe, Dance With the Devil disco or ''The Devil Made Me Do
It'' bumper sticker. And not a 666 T-shirt to be had.

In fact, few people we encountered seemed to see the point of the name change.

''It's just a number to me,'' said Elaine Quackenbush, a teacher at
the Free Trinity Navajo Mission, a log-cabin church built from a kit
that sits on the east side of the highway about six miles north of
its birth in Gallup. ''It talks about being on your arm or your
forehead,'' she said of the Bible's reference to 666. ''Nothing about
a road.''

Ms. Quackenbush, who said she was called by the Lord to work with the
Navajo about 11 years ago, lives in a small trailer near the church,
behind a marquee with a blue arrow that says, ''If you don't feel
close to God, guess who moved?'' She came out to meet us as we
wandered around the cul-de-sac that led to the church and graciously
invited us in.

''I don't think too much about it,'' she shrugged when we asked about
the 666 controversy.

We were hungry when we left Ms. Quackenbush, having bypassed
McDonald's, Taco Bell, Denny's and Kentucky Fried Chicken with the
hope of something more 666-ish on the horizon. A sign for Mardi's
Diner promised ''home cookin', last diner for 80 miles,'' but, alas,
the place was closed.

So we plunged north through the Monument Valley, with its striking
desert mesas and rock sculptures made by God or geology or both. On
the reservation, the road is marked every few dozen miles by tiny
communities of nondescript housing, each with its own gas
station/mini-mart. Some cows were chewing on the sparse grass in
front of a hand-painted sign offering free aerobics and bingo at the
Twin Lakes community center, where no one answered the door. A few
miles later, a small flock of sheep marched on the side of the road
like day-care center charges at recess.

Near Naschitti, a red spray-painted sign advertised a rodeo the
following weekend, and as we listened on the car radio, FM 102 KTRA
declared itself ''the official station of high school rodeo finals.''
People were scarce.

Finally, in Shiprock, about 94 miles up the highway from Gallup,
there was Bond's Furniture, and Bond's True Value Hardware, and
Bond's Video, where the horror flick ''Route 666,'' starring Lou
Diamond Phillips and Lori Petty, can be rented for $1. The Bonds have
since sold the stores, and the Navajos who run them dismissed any
connection between 666 and economic development -- or highway safety.

''It's probably all in the mind, you know,'' said Alan Tsosie, the
manager of the hardware store, standing in front of the 50-cent
packets of candy corn. ''If you feel like 666 is a bad thing, you're
expecting it, it'll happen.''

But while Mr. Tsosie, like Ms. Quackenbush before him, seemed immune
to the mythology of 666, others expressed a hint of nostalgia at the
thought of the name change. ''It made us unique,'' said Micky
Mitchell, the manager of Bond's Furniture. ''When I do business with
people, they say, 'Oh, Highway 666, yeah.' I just think of how much
money is going to be spent to change it to something else. They
change things for the weirdest things.''

With no lunch options, and virtually no one outside to pester, we
were left to wonder at the mysteries of the road signs: Were Karle
Begay and Naeomi A. Begay, both memorialized on an adopt-a-highway
sign in New Mexico, related to Jerry Begay, listed as pastor at the
trailer with the words ''Baptist Church'' painted on its side (or,
for that matter, Ray Begaye, a New Mexico state legislator who
drafted a resolution contending that many people were refusing to
travel the road ''because of the fear that the Devil controls events
along 666'')?

While Route 666 is safer than average in Colorado and Utah, New
Mexico recorded 15 deaths, in 84 accidents, along it in 2001, the
latest year statistics are available. That is up from six fatalities
each in 2000 and 1999 and two each in 1998 and 1997.

''I've lost so many relatives on this road,'' said Joe Hulligan, who
sells bowls, mugs and vases at the Ute Mountain Reservation pottery
shop, in Towoac, Colo., 28 miles north of the New Mexico line. ''They
were going around that corner, and they just went too fast.''

At the Ute tribe's casino, where 6-6-6, like any three of a kind,
pays 30 to 1 in three-card poker, the dealers each had bad-luck
stories. Harold Graves said he found a dead man hanging from a tree
in front of his house on the highway about a year ago. Charlie
Lanford's girlfriend was killed on Route 666 four years back.

''The Devil,'' Mr. Lanford explained, ''and the tequila.''

We spent the night in Cortez, a cow town of 8,000 where pierced
teenagers talk through the movies at the Fiesta Twin, hot rodders
congregate at Bob's Drive-In, and the Anasazi not only offers free
refills but brings carafes of soda to the table.

  From here, the landscape gets greener, the road curvier, through
Colorado and into Utah. Just north of Cortez, on the east side of the
highway, is an enormous car graveyard, with rusting shells from the
1940's, 50's, 60's and today. Across the street is the Church of
Christ, one of a dozen tiny religious outposts -- Calvary Assembly of
God, The Chapel: Jesus Saves, Followers of Christ Church -- along the
highway.

We pulled into the Lunch Box cafe in tiny Dove Creek, Colo., about 30
miles north of Cortez, where Tom Halper, a deputy sheriff who spends
three-quarters of his patrol time on Route 666, was in the parking
lot. He had responded just that morning to an accident up the road at
Sharp's Creek: the seat-belt-less driver of a Ford pickup fell asleep
and drifted off, flipping several times in the canyon -- and,
somehow, walked away.

''Believe me, someone was riding with him on that one,'' Sheriff
Halper said, and he didn't mean the Devil. Inside the Lunch Box,
Shelly King, a Queens-born ex-Marine who moved here from Los Angeles,
was mixing up Indian fry bread, delicious dipped in honey. Stuart
Gorrie, a software developer who lived next to Mr. King in Los
Angeles and retired in April to his 360-acre horse farm nearby, said
the name change was only a big deal to small-town folks who had
nothing better to do than nitpick over coffee.

''It gets you from point A to point B and back -- it's a road,'' Mr.
Gorrie said. ''The real Devil lives right here,'' he added, pointing
to his chest. ''You've got to go to the local bar in every town to
find him.''

We drove on past the cattle ranches to the road's end in Monticello,
Utah, where a sign warns, ''Last espresso for 438 miles,'' and where
a Honda motorcycle dealership sells Mormon books on the side. It had
been a safe, even uneventful trip. Our only glimpse of mysterious
powers had come not on 666, but back in Albuquerque, just two minutes
into our trip. Gary got pulled over for not wearing his seat belt and
left town with a $68 ticket, courtesy of Operation Buckle Down. The
next afternoon, at the Ute casino, he played $5 blackjack -- three
hands at a time -- and won exactly $68.

Devil's luck, I guess.


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>    From: Lilith von Fraumench <lilith@...>
> Subject: Re: Help, I've been polled, ouch
>
> Quoting HPH <guitsynth@...>:
> > >  1) A measurable percentage of Americans will say
pretty
> much any damn thing you can imagine.
>
> OK, you got me. When I can, I tell pollsters the most
> STUPID things I can think
> of. Partially it's for mindfucking, partially it's to
> increase chaos in cases
> of misplaced order, and partially it's camoflage so they
> don't find out what I
> *really* think. But now you know the truth, and you also
> know what you can do
> with all those polls.

  When I am called by telemarketers, I yell 'JESUS??? IS THAT
YOUUU?! HOW DID YOU FIND MEEE!!??' I've never had a
meaningful response from 'em yet.


> From: "agent0" <xexnx@...>
> Subject: sinners saints and other art
>
> http://www.absintheart.com/
> > this one is my fav
> > http://www.absintheart.com/tom/dympna.html
> ""Saint Dympna- Patron Saint of Mental Illness" Digital
> Print, Thomas
> Wynn 2001"

  I often look like this, but with just one skull and FAR less
fetching tits. The hell of it is, when you are mental, tits
are far too far down The List. About all that helps is
Vicodin, Nyquil and 6 episodes of "Family Guy." But hell, at
least then I am semi-HAPPY, eieieieie!!!!

  BTW, I know there were "Family Guy" t-shirts, darnit. A nice
gal I know appeared Saturday sporting one featuring Stewie
shaking his fist and yelling 'Damn you all to everlasting
Hell!" Now THERE'S some formal wear for ya!

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C57-D/ae-35/999
          Mars Needs Sweeping

       "No artistic integrity beyond this point."
               - "The Simpsons"

      "Typhoon Rips Through Cemetery, Hundreds Dead."
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this one is my fav

http://www.absintheart.com/tom/dympna.html
""Saint Dympna- Patron Saint of Mental Illness" Digital Print, Thomas
Wynn 2001"

Quoting HPH <guitsynth@...>:

>  1) A measurable percentage of Americans will say pretty much
> any damn thing you can imagine.

OK, you got me. When I can, I tell pollsters the most STUPID things I can think
of. Partially it's for mindfucking, partially it's to increase chaos in cases
of misplaced order, and partially it's camoflage so they don't find out what I
*really* think. But now you know the truth, and you also know what you can do
with all those polls.


Lil

"You've got a 7% chance at the polls of being alive
according
to the stats gathered by Bob Harris over at "This Modern
World."

  By now you've seen the recent poll which finds that a third
of Americans mistakenly believe that WMDs were found in Iraq,
and about 22 percent think Iraq actually used WMDs during the
war.

  Sounds bad, right? But let's put these figures in
perspective, courtesy a quick
visit over to http://www.PollingReport.com , where I pulled
out a few numbers, all from recent major polls, just for fun:

  Of American adults, at least 18 years of age...

65% couldn't describe the basic facts about Watergate
56% think in war, the media should support the government
over questioning it
48% say the news media acted responsibly during the Clinton
Wars
45% characterized Watergate was "just politics"
43% attended religious services in the previous 7 days
40% believe the media was biased in favor of Bill Clinton
35% say the government should not fund stem cell research
34% think Rock and Roll has had an overall negative impact on

America
33% believe a wife should "submit herself graciously" to a
husband
30% say the Bible is the "actual word of God" to be taken
literally
29% think people will be "more likely" to afford college for
their kids in 2020
28% disapprove of labor unions on principle
28% say the government should have the right to control news
reports
27% believe divorce is "morally wrong"
26% thought various disasters in 1999 might "foreshadow the
wrath of God"
26% think grade-school teachers should be allowed to spank
their kids
24% describe themselves as interested in what celebrities
think
21% told a pollster they'd never met that they had cheated in

a relationship
21% say justice was served in the O.J. Simpson case
20% approve of the how the Catholic Church handles pedophilia
20% believe that the killing of civilians in Vietnam was
"relatively rare"
15% were upset at Diana Spencer's death like "someone you
knew"
12% think the United States should have a British-style royal

family
11% stockpiled food and water in advance of Y2K
11% think "Titanic" was the best American movie of the 20th
century
11% would like "Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman" as their personal
physician
10% would eat a rat or an insect on a "reality" TV show
10% think it's advantageous to be a woman in American society
10% believe Oswald acted alone
10% say they are "very likely" to become rich someday
8% could not name a single TV network
8% fear they are "very likely" to be shot or badly hurt by a
stranger
7% think Elvis is possibly still alive
6% say Garth Brooks is the best male singer of the 20th
century
5% are ?very afraid? of thunder and lightning
5% would be "more likely" to buy food labeled as genetically
modified
3% wanted to see the questions on "Millionaire" become less
difficult

  So... what to make of all this?

  1) A measurable percentage of Americans will say pretty much

any damn thing you can imagine.

  2) Looking at the other opinions floating around 20 percent,

I'd say that the extent of lunatic public perception of WMDs
is, if anything,
surprisingly low, given the constant drumbeat of bullshit
coming out of the
White House and megaphoned by the press for much of the past
year.

  3) About the same number of people who think it's an
advantage to be a woman in America would eat a rat on live
TV. Clearly, we've got some work to do on the whole
gender-equality thing.

  4) Speaking of social progress, there sure seems to be a
remarkably consistent hardcore of about 25-30 percent who
seem to be living sometime in the late 19th century at best.
Beatings as a form of education? Wives submitting graciously?
Vengeful gods screwing with the weather?

  Gallup really ought to quiz these people in a little more
detail; after all, there's a lot we still don't know the
Spanish menace in Cuba, how to handle an acute case of
quinsy, and this schoolteacher concocting folderol about our
forefathers descending from monkeys.

  So one-third of Americans mistakenly think we found WMDs?
Great. We can work with that. After looking at these numbers,
I'm just relieved 30 percent don't think Saddam's disembodied
wraith is looming in a vengeful stormfront, ready to deflower
the womenfolk, lead our children into Satan's bosom, and
force the men to read science books."

  The Hellpopic Take:  In my view, 25-30%+/- of all poll
respondees need to be killed with blunt objects, thrown into
pits and covered in quicklime. I'm harsh, but I'm fair. After
I've had coffee, frop and a live nude girl slapping my back
with a wet bamboo frond for 30 minutes .

--

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C57-D/ae-35/999
         I'm the Quasimodo of Couplets, but the Buck Rogers of
my dreams.

       "Rocks are smarter than cats because
           rocks have the sense to go away when you kick
them."
                    - Zenon Pylyshyn -

       "You can't kill them just because they're annoying."
            "You never know until you try!"
                     - " Dilbert"

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I had the distinct impression that, sometime around 6/16/03, Rev.
Bevo Youngblood said something like this:

>Bevo shall be there.  Alas, the Miss Sisterfish has a prior engagement.

She shall be missed. :(

Meet us at the old apartment on the 28th, then.

For the rest of the group that's in Seattle--if you'd like to help
out too but don't know where we live, contact me offlist. Thanks!


Lil

--
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Bevo shall be there.  Alas, the Miss Sisterfish has a prior engagement.

On Monday, June 16, 2003, at 06:17  pm, Cynthia wrote:

> This is an appeal to our friends here in Seattle.  We will be moving
> to Grayhaven Slack Recovery Center on Saturday June the 28th.
> Anyone who would be willing to help us will be fed well.  We will
> have the truck from noon to 4pm.   Let us know if you will be amongst
> the kind.
--
Rev. Bevo Youngblood <bevo@...>
    "That's quite a catch, our Catch-22," [Yossarian] observed.
    "It's the best there is," Doc Daneeka agreed.

This is an appeal to our friends here in Seattle.  We will be moving
to Grayhaven Slack Recovery Center on Saturday June the 28th.
Anyone who would be willing to help us will be fed well.  We will
have the truck from noon to 4pm.   Let us know if you will be amongst
the kind.

Thea and Lilith

--- ssucc-l@yahoogroups.com wrote:

> From: "rwrode" <doktorpissoff@...>
> Subject: Re: I Saw MEAT on the SIDEWALK
>
> Reading this brought tears to my eyes.

  Then we're even. WRITING it did likewise to me, same as
watching "Family Guy."

--

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C57-D/ae-35/999
        God bless, uh....somethin'

      "What is the difference between a Democrat and a
Republican?
           A Democrat blows; A Republican sucks."
               - Lewis Black

      "Our priorities is our faith."
              - G.W. Bush



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----- Original Message -----

From: HPH

To: guitsynth@...

Sent: Thursday, June 12, 2003 11:37 PM

Subject: [SSUCC-L] I Saw MEAT on the SIDEWALK

I saw MEAT on the sidewalk and angels in the trees...

I saw MEAT on the sidewalk and angels in the trees
Pee Wee wore a thong & Kali fell to her knees
I saw Connie on a rampage and "Bob" in a tizzy
the nations anthem became some old crap by Thin Lizzy
MEAT was on the sidewalk, stores fulla seekers
Hope was on a hook and God was in a beaker

MCI made a promise to slip me great rates
and gimme digital nirvana but it came too late
I want their heads on pikes and their livers on a plate
I stomped my phone underfoot, I was Hulkin' with hate

My favorite sidewalk was brimming with MEAT
Even Satan mopped his brow 'cause he couldn't take the heat
I got treated like a chump, given sour for sweet
but they never hear the music & they're clueless 'bout the
beat

I saw a witch with three titties flyin' by on a spork
I was taken by the sounds, but I was sickened by the dorks
You can't make a dancin' omelet by breakin' somebody's legs
screw the whale and the harpoon and the tales of Queequeg

Everybody wants a piece of your MEAT for nothin'
but I'm keepin' all of mine and I ain't a-bluffin'
I'll pick my own Heaven, I ain't buyin' yer Hell
You gotta shreik for yer supper or you're just a stumblin'
shell

They want my hide for bongos, but I've had more than enough
All I want's a fair shake, a trade that ain't so rough
They wanna strangle me with blarney, say I'm not up to snuff
but my adrenochrome blunt cares not a whit for their guff

The MEAT on the sidewalk can sing its own song
I already knew the lyrics when I was 4 years along
They can act like chimps, 'cause I know I'm Kong
even when I have a fever or I'm buried in a bong

They act like vegetables and clouds of gnats and myna bird
MEAT
They're just gossipin' and rappin' and a-stinkin' up the
street
Even "Bob" couldn't fleece 'em if they were one whit dumber
but they're still suckin' down the dross and that's an
inverted bummer

They're just bipedal crabs with their eyes on a stalk
with all their yakkity yak that's never nuttin' but talk
but I was busy makin' hay and had no time to balk
when I saw the MEAT on the sidewalk

--

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C57-D/ae-35/999
       Gimme that old-time derision

     "We will crush you and smother your dreams.
         Yours In Christ, the Cavalry Kids."
                - "The Simpsons"

     "Give a man a fish, and you'll feed him for a day;
          give him a religion, and he'll starve to death while
praying for a fish."
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Some of you will not recognize a few of the people to whom I
refer. So what, its "BOB!"


  Long-Range Fartulation
  The Gold Cluster of Cluelessness
  Megarantrics
  Connie's Leaf of the Persistrix
  1st-5th Grade levels of Sabotage of Sames
  Master of WhatTheHellfire
  Master of the Vomitorium
  Master of Mistresses
  IndoctroBobbieism
  UberUltraMan of the Cloth
  Bishop of BadFilm
  The Shroud of Legume
  Lord of Musicantorism
  Lord of HTML
  Lord of Arroganticism
  Lord of Whatever That Is
  Mistress of Dervisharianism
  Mistress of Mastering
  Mistress of the Oobleck
  Mistress of Howtheheckianism
  Deathchickian Goddess of the Office
  The Order of SubPurity of Rocknar
  The Order of the Blasphemula
  The Order of the Luscious Friday
  The Order of the French-Fried Golden O-Rings
  Most Retained Brain Cells over A Decade
  The Purple CardioMojoPyro
  Crossed Golden Turds of Most Improved Psychic Odor
  Ballsheimer's Oil of Delay (Surprise Recovery of Dignity)
  As Yet Unrealized Harryhausean Potentialatrica (Most
Graceful Armature Under Stress)
  Crown of the Wei-R-Do (Special Recognition of Service)
  Best Maintained Dobbs T-Shirt of Yore
  Best Prince of Sodom In a One-Act Format
  Best Besting of Besitality
  Best Rentention of TitTurgor (AntiSagulism)
  Best Resistance To Completely Losing It (The Pills Are
Holding Their Own SO FAR)
  Slap of the Nenslo (Most Effective Castigator)
  Stark Fist of Gigantor (Best Resistance To Usenet Theatrics)
  Goober of Gossip
  Crest of the Oil of the Snake
  Crest of the Dispelled BadRep
  Crest of The Wave of Dooky
  Dobbsian LUUUUV Crest
  NameDropper Superiorum
  Fake Badge From A Cereal Box
  That's no Merit Badge, that's a pizza stain

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         I could play the guitar if not for my webbed toes

       "They really have my balls in a Salad Shooter."
                  - "South Park"

       "Gentlemen, Chicolini here may talk like an idiot and
look like an idiot,
             but don't let that fool you - he really is an
idiot."
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When the going gets tough, the tough get a fresh perm. But
hey, let's give her credit for giving it that lovely bit of
polish. I've DATED a few women who didn't try that hard,
EIEIEIEI!!!!

  http://www.fondalafemme.com/interest.htm

  BTW, I LIVE right behind Hendrix College! Who knew??

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       Mere satellite pictures are so pale,
       compared to red gloves, white roses

     "What did you have for breakfast this morning,
         Carnation Instant Bitch?"
               - "That 70s Show"

     "The most beautiful makeup for a woman is passion,
         but cosmetics are easier to buy."
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Thea quit smoking just over a week ago. She got a shot of Depo-Provera,
which induced menopause, about five days ago. She's tired, cranky, and
even though it's cool outside today, she shows a zealous hatred towards
the possibility of getting warm and sweaty outside of sex.

In short, she won't be at the Meating today. Neither will I, since I have to
make sure her straps are kept tight at all times.

Sorry for the short notice.


Lil

Rev. Saint Blaze Brown sent me this and I share it so that
you may be offended/enchortled by it, as I was.

http://www.rossetta.com/970615.htm

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                      I drop a toaster into the bathwater of
Mediocrity

     "If curling is an Olympic sport, then oral sex should be
one,
         because if you're any good at it, you deserve a
MEDAL!"
                 - Lewis Black

     "I want to make my wife laugh more. Laughter engenders
love."
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We are not going to be able to make it today.  Apologies all around.

On Sunday, June 8, 2003, at 09:53  am, Lilith von Fraumench wrote:

> I had the distinct impression that, sometime around 6/7/03, Rev. Bevo
> Youngblood said something like this:
>
>> If you are ever looking for an evening of excitement, give us a call.
>> We can go out and kill a homeless man and wear his clothes.  We could
>> maybe even make some soup stock out of his underpants.   Yummy soup!
>
> The best thing about homeless underpants soup is that you don't have
> to salt it.
>
> Are you going to the Meating today, or will we have to postpone this
> fun and frolic for another day?
--
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    "That's quite a catch, our Catch-22," [Yossarian] observed.
    "It's the best there is," Doc Daneeka agreed.

I had the distinct impression that, sometime around 6/7/03, Rev. Bevo
Youngblood said something like this:

>If you are ever looking for an evening of excitement, give us a call.
>We can go out and kill a homeless man and wear his clothes.  We could
>maybe even make some soup stock out of his underpants.   Yummy soup!

The best thing about homeless underpants soup is that you don't have
to salt it.

Are you going to the Meating today, or will we have to postpone this
fun and frolic for another day?


Lil

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If you are ever looking for an evening of excitement, give us a call.
We can go out and kill a homeless man and wear his clothes.  We could
maybe even make some soup stock out of his underpants.   Yummy soup!

On Saturday, June 7, 2003, at 08:42  am, Lilith von Fraumench wrote:

> At this point, eight out of thirteen people from the old-new list have
> signed
> up here. More to the point, ssucc.com is back up and operational.
>
> Can I go pretend I have a life again?
>
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    "That's quite a catch, our Catch-22," [Yossarian] observed.
    "It's the best there is," Doc Daneeka agreed.

--- In ssucc-l@yahoogroups.com, "Lilith von Fraumench" <lilith@f...> wrote:
>
> Can I go pretend I have a life again?

  Sure, just like I sometimes pretend I have fetching, upthrust, high-rider negro
buttocks. Well, white ones, but yeah.

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                 - "Everwood"

      "I think its called 'power vomiting'...
          ...I had gum coming out of me they don't even make anymore."
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I am here, I am here, I am HEEEEEEEEERE!

Bb
Short for Bunnyboy

----- Original Message -----

From: Lilith von Fraumench

To: ssucc-l@yahoogroups.com

Sent: Saturday, June 07, 2003 11:42 AM

Subject: [SSUCC-L] So far, so good....

At this point, eight out of thirteen people from the old-new list have signed
up here. More to the point, ssucc.com is back up and operational.

Can I go pretend I have a life again?


Lil




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At this point, eight out of thirteen people from the old-new list have signed
up here. More to the point, ssucc.com is back up and operational.

Can I go pretend I have a life again?


Lil

Can anyone pull up http://www.ssucc.com/ yet?


Lil