XXX-day drill: sweet and saucy

XXX-day drill: sweet and saucy

From: megeliz@radix.net (MegEliz) Date: Fri, 12 Jul 1996 13:37:11 GMT

king@redrose.net (St. Pomp Prideless) wrote:

: In article <4s3eqe$jas@nadine.teleport.com>, nenslo@teleport.com (NENSLO) wrote: : >> : ya...) capsules that Stang hands out. Man, it's a real damn shame that

: Rob(not Bob), Nenslo, and Mark Mothersbaugh couldn't make it. I'd love to : shoot my load up their twots!

: > But, Kingy, old thingy, Nenslo WAS there. I was introduced to you : > as Dan. Remember? The hierarchy all knew I was there and agreed not to : > tip off the pinklets. Meaning YOU. : > And say, I thought I'd killfiled you. : : Huh? What? Excuse me? Nenslo, and I know this statement is redundant, but, : your full of shit. I mean, if you were there, and I don't remember any : "Dan", you would have definitely blown your cover out of pure awesome : respect for my beautifull being. Fuck you, you slimely, well versed, but : lacking of any truelly substantial slack, piss ass posuer. I think you've

(schnip)

: on. Here is the part where I nuerotically, foolishly, but nonetheless : slackfully ask eveyrone and anyone to please confirm the the fact that : Nenslo was indeed stuck somewhere in Illinios, during this weekend of : hate. Well, was he? Please don't turn this into one big ugly troll!

I saw NENSLO, twice. Once in Morgantown, West-By-God-Virginia, where he had bloodlessly hijacked a UPS truck for some nefarious purpose (or maybe just so he could cruise around waving through that big side door like Queen Elizabeth. This part is kinda unclear. The SECOND time I saw him he was snoozing in the back of a limo somewhere near Pittsburgh. I only noticed the limo because it caroomed suddenly into view, passing inches from the front bumper of the flagship minivan of the Minivan Clench. NENSLO SMILES in his sleep. Very scary.

I did not, however, see NENSLO at Brushwood. I'm sure he wanted it that way. Had he revealed himself he would've been peeling bobbies and pagans off his ass all weekend.

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From: bmyers@ionet.net (TarlaStar) Date: Sun, 14 Jul 1996 15:15:49 GMT Organization: Little Sisters of the Perpetually Juicy

king@redrose.net (St. Pomp Prideless) wrote:

Here is the part where I nuerotically, foolishly, but nonetheless slackfully ask eveyrone and anyone to please confirm the the fact that Nenslo was indeed stuck somewhere in Illinios, during this weekend of hate. Well, was he? Please don't turn this into one big ugly troll!

I'm sorry, which person were YOU?
****
Dammit Jeb, I'm as Amish as the next guy, but if we don't take
out that sub, there won't be a Pennsylvania to go home TO!
--my son, Eric.
***
Rev. Mutha Tarla Star ://www.ionet.net/~bmyers/homepage.html

From: revjack@radix.net (Rev. Jack)

: I'm sorry, which person were YOU?

I guess it can be told - St. PP is That One Guy. You know.

Entering Brushwood, we all generally took the road to the left. It went through the trees, and sort of petered out at those two big fields. Right there where the right-hand field began, there was a car with a tent set up beside it. That was him, with his sidekick, That Other Guy. You know.

: ****
: Dammit Jeb, I'm as Amish as the next guy, but if we don't take
: out that sub, there won't be a Pennsylvania to go home TO!
: --my son, Eric.

The day we arrived, once we passed through Sherman on the way to the Folklore Center, we passed an Amish house with an Amish Guy out front; beard-no-mustache, big skimmer hat, overalls, carrying a bucket. Meg and I both spontaneously exclaimed in unison, "DAMMIT JEB!". Much laughter ensued. _________________ revjack@radix.net

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