Re: Anthro-trolls vs Hole-militants
- --- In email@example.com, "elfuncle"
> "Perhaps the dreaded prospect of substantiating their various
> too overwhelming? Or maybe they were simply engaged in parody allalong?
> I eagerly await some new revelation from the sphinx-like spokesmenfor
> No response, except Bruce tells him to read his posts (instead of
> playing with stuff he hasn't bothered to read), not realizing that
> can't read. He can read words and spit them back out in twisted formand no
> maybe, but he has no reading comprehension because he's all brain
> heart, and papparently no liver or gallbladder or any other organexcept
> brain; he could propbably survive with his head severed from therest of
> his body, just plugged into an elecric socket.are
> So Pete tries again:
> "Looks like I hit close to home, eh? I am intrigued to see that you
> not only touchy about the topic of race but about the topic ofBruce as
> well. How come? Do you often feel personally challenged in publicthat
> discussions like this? Don't worry, nobody is timing your answer to
> question. But you should feel free to explain at any point, if yousee
> fit."intelligence, to
> Interestingly, here Peter is using his brain, his cold
> try to play on Bruce's feelings -- not like a piano, that's music,but
> like a chessboard or a deck of cards, like in poker. He has nothere
> comprehension of how an emotion is experienced, he just knows it's
> somewhere in the other person like a tool to be picked up. Noticethe
> tone, which is reminiscent of a teenage boy trying to score with agirl.
> It would go like this:that
> "Looks like I hit close to your panties, eh? I am intrigued to see
> you are not only touchy about the topic of a one night stand butabout
> the topic of Babydoll as well. How come? Do you often feelpersonally
> challenged in public places like this? Don't worry, nobody istiming the
> drop of your clothes. But you should feel free to surrender at any<big grin>
> point, if you see fit."
I'm reminded of a scene in "Apocalypse now" but with the words
changed a bit:
[sound of triumphant loud music blasted through bull-horns as the
troops invade enemy territory]
"...smell that son? nothing else smells like that... I love the smell
of burnt hole-dwellers ass in the morning... smells like...victory!"
[sound of triumphant loud music blasted through bull-horns fading
into the distance]
> That event sheathed an occult message, Dottie:Well, Frank, as it turns out it was the new rat pack:
> Get matching pajamas and repair the holes in your
> underwear; you never
> know when you'll be on TV in the emergency room.
Ocean Thirteen's crew that has some fireworks going
off: first time ever for me here in Hollywood, ON
HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD no less!!! Whew. I mean do you
even know what coulda happened with FIRE WORKS on a
small street surrounded by old buildings. What can
these people be thinking?
My co-worker Mr. Wallace took me to the airport when I
told him I had the strangest experience the other
night. He too heard the commotion and he did too go
out into the street, across the street from where I
was peeking my nose out the door, to see what the
hell! was going on. At least there are two people
awake in Hollywood! But he was naked. :)
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