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- From: lstewart@watserv1.uwaterloo.ca (L. Stewart -- IS Office 1058)
- Subject: BoB-ing for jam
- Message-ID: <C1HHM9.ML7@watserv1.uwaterloo.ca>
- Organization: University of Waterloo
- Date: Tue, 26 Jan 1993 23:08:32 GMT
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- I would consider proposing a BoB for the Southern Ontario
- area of Canada, not to exclude the more travelsome t.b
- folks, but who the fuck would show up? I could go to
- Toronto and embarass Gerald by appearing scruffy
- as he spilled gases onto and from above his
- shoes. Maybe HiHoSilver would creep out
- from under his h00ter books and
- tel us lies about having
- actually engaged in
- some form of sex
- but that ain't
- a real party
- and toxic
- play
- things
- are getting
- harder to find
- all the time but the
- local x industries factory
- outlet has a few nifty glowing
- salesperkins that might consider
- attending if we could promise not to
- laugh at their gills, the silly homunculus
- of course this ain't no tourist area excepting
- of course that Toronto is reputed to be pretty clean
- like anyone really gives a dirty squeeze for that and there
- is the excitement of being in the slush knowing that a bunch of
- guys in pajamas from the deep south were paid a shitpile of quatloos
- to win a certain big deal trophy or flag or some crap for being
- out in a field waiting for a ball to land near them while
- thousands of delirious boobs scream in adulation at
- these characters who mostly don't speak any form
- of English that I know of and besides all the
- totally qool people would prolly snub our
- little party and just hang around the
- pools in Californicatia waiting to
- do a totally rad slide into the
- ocean dude. And that doesn't
- even cover the topic of
- the t.b goddess class
- who are so much in
- demand that they
- won't even
- slap
- us
- like
- we deserve
- unless we look
- like Piano Reeves
- or Fabio the steroid
- poster boy of the romance
- set and we all don't live near
- a golf course or own four entire cd
- collector items and besides here in the
- North it is very cold and the nudity quotient
- is low, really low, in fact we arrest people who
- happen to be attached to breasts but not shirts though
- many of us wish that this were not so and besides all the
- stinking oldbies will be hanging out at castle wetware basking
- in the glow of Andy R's fatal eyeliner fondue while mr x screws yet
- another plank on the back of a serially corrugated newbie after
- Drieux decides to initiate a game of walk the plank me buckos
- and cj well cj will be riding the line between rows of cars
- with her souped up shotgun stapler but mostly no one
- cares. We are the gooley nation, no one here ever
- gets laid and when someone does it is accidental
- and certainly mono-orgasmic so your chances
- improve drastically if you lay yourself
- so why do I even care you pack of
- snide Holtsingers cats
- maybe Gerald can
- make a coffee
- and I'll get
- a beer and
- we call
- it a
- day
-