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i downloaded netscape 3.01 gold so i can finally attach my work
for blender 9 to email.
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i dont believe it! he threw him right out of the ring! this is
proposterous!
He sat down, lit up a cigarette even though he didnt smoke, and
began to ponder what would become of his future. Hulk Hogan turned the t.v. off
because he couldnt bear to watch Sports Review one more time. He poured
himself a nice, big drink and stared at the ceiling.
There was a knock. This time it wasnt opportunity, but it was a knock
at his door. It wasnt the opportunity to kick Pee-Wee Hermans ass in the
ring, like he had failed to do so earlier that day.
Hulk put his drink down, got up and answered the door. Suddenly about
fifteen reporters came out of nowhere and started to get in his face. They
were all asking about the fight, and how he was taking the defeat in which he
received from the newly dubbed WWF Champion, Pee-Wee Herman.
Hulk closed the door and nearly broke the nose of one of the reporters
who was leaning in too close. He sat back down, took down his drink, and put
continue?y/n: his face in his hands and began to cry. He cried for a few minutes, then went
into the washroom because he had a headache. He opened up the medicine cabinet
to find his Tylenol, but suddenly a loaded revolver fell out of nowhere.
What the hell?
Its a gun, you dingbat
Wha.. hey whos there? What the..?
Its me.
you-
yes. thats what i said, dingbat
you, who?
yoohoo!
stop playing games, where is that voice coming from?
i am god
continue?y/n:
oh my god
yes?
huh?
what?
shut up! listen hulk, you have failed me. anyone who is pathetic
enough to get his ass kicked by pee-wee herman deserves to die-
it wasnt my fault! he uhh.. oh wait yeah it was my fault..
good god.. oh wait thats me. jesus christ hu-.. oh cant say that
either.. hmm err.. well anyways he kicked your ass so bad that he even had
time to do his make-up all-over again, and then do a quickie on the crowd
a quickie? what the hell are you talking about?
you know... . dont you?
no idea
continue?y/n:
he pulled a shannon hoon.. on the crowd. you know the blind melon
guy? .. well except with a different substance
uhh.. WHAT?
nevermind.
so what do you want?
i want to let you know.. that YOURE ON CANDID CAMERA!!!!!!
oh my god
yes?
STOP THAT!
Hulk ran out of the bathroom screaming. Then he stopped and thought to
himself, Hey.. what about the gun.
That was a fake gun
continue?y/n: what the.. how can you hear me?
i have my ways
are you those stupid candid camera guys? if i ever see dom deluise
im going to kick his ass
or at least pathetically attempt to. weve got pee-wee herman on our
side.
multiple snickers heard in background.. and some jersey milks too
well.. uhh.. shut up
no you shut up
err ok
Hulk picked up the gun and a tear formed in his err.. tear duct. The
put the gun into his mouth and said, Goodbye, cruel woRRLDMSFAKDLFL- as he
bit into the chocolate gun wrapped in foil.
AARRGHH!!! MY TEETHh!!!
continue?y/n:
haha thats what you get
who are you?
im mr. foil
mr. what??
you heard me
what?
shut up
what do you want?
you know if you eat enough of that chocolate youll die, but i
wouldnt do it. it can be very painful
errr... what are you trying to do, tempt me?
yes
continue?y/n:
oh... hmmm well ok bye
bye
Hulk gobbled down the whole chocoalate bar and began to feel sick.
Suddenly the sickness drifted away and he was left back to completely normal
his original headache still remaining.
want some more?
more what?
huh?
what?
shut up!
more chocolate?
yes
continue?y/n: sure. its yummy in my tummy
what?
huh?
shut up!
grr... sure send some more down here, mr. foil
mr. foil, what the hell are you talking about, this is god!
god? oh ok.. well get mr. foil to send some more guns down here
A whole heap of at least 50 chocolate guns fell out of nowhere and
landed on Hulk with a THUMP.
ouch
yes?
what?
continue?y/n: im mr. ouch
go away, i never want to talk to you again
why not?
because uhh ... well.. i have to die now, so go away
ok bye
Hulk managed to gobble down about 25 of them because he felt really
bad.. he picked up one of the foil wrappers and looked at it.
Oh no! This is *HELL* brand name chocolate! oh no!
He began to get mass stomach cramps
warning: chocolate may cause mass stomach cramps...
a burning headache
... a burning headache...
continue?y/n: his arm fell off
... loss of random limbs...
his mustach fell off in pieces
... loss of curly mustach that makes you look stupid anyways you
stupid wimp
hey, that wasnt on the wrapper
of course not. im mr. insult
oh i suppose youre going to inSULT me right?
actually no, i came to bring you happy thoughts. kind of ironic eh?
go away
well fine be that way
what?
continue?y/n: huh?
ha! its my turn! SHUT UP!
fine. im leaving and im taking my ball with me
what ball?
that ball.
oh THAT ball. fine i never liked your stupid ball anyway
good. im glad
With that, Hulk gobbled down another 50 guns. His other arm and a leg
suddenly fell off and he went unconscious or dead?. When he woke up, he felt
a hot, burning sensation. He stood up, and saw a red demon before him.
yoooouuu muuuuust buuuuurnn fooooorrr eeeeterniiiityyyyyy
why are you talking like that?
i dunno.. for show.. anyways you must burn for eternity and stuff
continue?y/n:
why?
you lost to pee-wee herman, you idiot. what else
oh yeah.. that
so uhh.. doesnt the fire hurt or anything?
not really
WHAT?! DAMMIT GORP, TURN UP THE HEAT!
gets hotter
ouch ok ok it hurts. dont get pissed or anything
sorry we dont have alcohol down in hell
why the HELL not?
we dont have puns either, idiot. get back to work
continue?y/n: i was never working in the first place
well.. uhh.. start working then
ok.. err what am i working on again?
DAMMIT i KNEW i forgot something.. ok.. youre working on an
excessively long, pointless story which is to be submitted into blender 9
okay?
i can do that
you already have
what?
huh?
who are you anyways?
im the devil
no youre not
continue?y/n:
i am too
show me your i.d.
here passes i.d. to hulk
ok FINE youre the devil. shouldnt you be off doing devilish
things or something?
i am
oh.. ok.. uhh well this story sucks so should we end it now?
i guess so
what?
huh?
shut up
continue?y/n:
this idiotic attempt at humour has been brought to you by the one, the only
NEOPHYTE of MISTIGRIS for BLENDER number NINE. ill SHUT UP now.
oh wait.. i usually draw ansi, but i write and i have an emag, so here it
comes, yes, a cheap plug WRITEFOROMLETTEORILLKILLYOU
neophyte@bbs.dsoe.com
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date: 9:07 am Mon Jan 20, 1997 number : 1 of 5
from: Neophyte@Bbs.Dsoe.Com 1:2401/30 base : Private Mail
to : Warpus 1:2401/8001 refer : None
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stat: normal netmail origin : 20 Jan 97 03:53:50
7:02:46 EST5
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Date: Mon, 20 Jan 1997 03:53:50 -0800
From: neophyte neophyte@bbs.dsoe.com
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i downloaded netscape 3.01 gold so i can finally attach my work
for blender 9 to email.
continue?y/n: zooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmm
--------------2CCE28B72697
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i dont believe it! he threw him right out of the ring! this is
proposterous!
He sat down, lit up a cigarette even though he didnt smoke, and
began to ponder what would become of his future. Hulk Hogan turned the t.v. off
because he couldnt bear to watch Sports Review one more time. He poured
himself a nice, big drink and stared at the ceiling.
There was a knock. This time it wasnt opportunity, but it was a knock
at his door. It wasnt the opportunity to kick Pee-Wee Hermans ass in the
ring, like he had failed to do so earlier that day.
Hulk put his drink down, got up and answered the door. Suddenly about
fifteen reporters came out of nowhere and started to get in his face. They
were all asking about the fight, and how he was taking the defeat in which he
received from the newly dubbed WWF Champion, Pee-Wee Herman.
Hulk closed the door and nearly broke the nose of one of the reporters
who was leaning in too close. He sat back down, took down his drink, and put
continue?y/n: his face in his hands and began to cry. He cried for a few minutes, then went
into the washroom because he had a headache. He opened up the medicine cabinet
to find his Tylenol, but suddenly a loaded revolver fell out of nowhere.
What the hell?
Its a gun, you dingbat
Wha.. hey whos there? What the..?
Its me.
you-
yes. thats what i said, dingbat
you, who?
yoohoo!
stop playing games, where is that voice coming from?
i am god
continue?y/n:
oh my god
yes?
huh?
what?
shut up! listen hulk, you have failed me. anyone who is pathetic
enough to get his ass kicked by pee-wee herman deserves to die-
it wasnt my fault! he uhh.. oh wait yeah it was my fault..
good god.. oh wait thats me. jesus christ hu-.. oh cant say that
either.. hmm err.. well anyways he kicked your ass so bad that he even had
time to do his make-up all-over again, and then do a quickie on the crowd
a quickie? what the hell are you talking about?
you know... . dont you?
no idea
continue?y/n:
he pulled a shannon hoon.. on the crowd. you know the blind melon
guy? .. well except with a different substance
uhh.. WHAT?
nevermind.
so what do you want?
i want to let you know.. that YOURE ON CANDID CAMERA!!!!!!
oh my god
yes?
STOP THAT!
Hulk ran out of the bathroom screaming. Then he stopped and thought to
himself, Hey.. what about the gun.
That was a fake gun
continue?y/n: what the.. how can you hear me?
i have my ways
are you those stupid candid camera guys? if i ever see dom deluise
im going to kick his ass
or at least pathetically attempt to. weve got pee-wee herman on our
side.
multiple snickers heard in background.. and some jersey milks too
well.. uhh.. shut up
no you shut up
err ok
Hulk picked up the gun and a tear formed in his err.. tear duct. The
put the gun into his mouth and said, Goodbye, cruel woRRLDMSFAKDLFL- as he
bit into the chocolate gun wrapped in foil.
AARRGHH!!! MY TEETHh!!!
continue?y/n:
haha thats what you get
who are you?
im mr. foil
mr. what??
you heard me
what?
shut up
what do you want?
you know if you eat enough of that chocolate youll die, but i
wouldnt do it. it can be very painful
errr... what are you trying to do, tempt me?
yes
continue?y/n:
oh... hmmm well ok bye
bye
Hulk gobbled down the whole chocoalate bar and began to feel sick.
Suddenly the sickness drifted away and he was left back to completely normal
his original headache still remaining.
want some more?
more what?
huh?
what?
shut up!
more chocolate?
yes
continue?y/n: sure. its yummy in my tummy
what?
huh?
shut up!
grr... sure send some more down here, mr. foil
mr. foil, what the hell are you talking about, this is god!
god? oh ok.. well get mr. foil to send some more guns down here
A whole heap of at least 50 chocolate guns fell out of nowhere and
landed on Hulk with a THUMP.
ouch
yes?
what?
continue?y/n: im mr. ouch
go away, i never want to talk to you again
why not?
because uhh ... well.. i have to die now, so go away
ok bye
Hulk managed to gobble down about 25 of them because he felt really
bad.. he picked up one of the foil wrappers and looked at it.
Oh no! This is *HELL* brand name chocolate! oh no!
He began to get mass stomach cramps
warning: chocolate may cause mass stomach cramps...
a burning headache
... a burning headache...
continue?y/n: his arm fell off
... loss of random limbs...
his mustach fell off in pieces
... loss of curly mustach that makes you look stupid anyways you
stupid wimp
hey, that wasnt on the wrapper
of course not. im mr. insult
oh i suppose youre going to inSULT me right?
actually no, i came to bring you happy thoughts. kind of ironic eh?
go away
well fine be that way
what?
continue?y/n: huh?
ha! its my turn! SHUT UP!
fine. im leaving and im taking my ball with me
what ball?
that ball.
oh THAT ball. fine i never liked your stupid ball anyway
good. im glad
With that, Hulk gobbled down another 50 guns. His other arm and a leg
suddenly fell off and he went unconscious or dead?. When he woke up, he felt
a hot, burning sensation. He stood up, and saw a red demon before him.
yoooouuu muuuuust buuuuurnn fooooorrr eeeeterniiiityyyyyy
why are you talking like that?
i dunno.. for show.. anyways you must burn for eternity and stuff
continue?y/n:
why?
you lost to pee-wee herman, you idiot. what else
oh yeah.. that
so uhh.. doesnt the fire hurt or anything?
not really
WHAT?! DAMMIT GORP, TURN UP THE HEAT!
gets hotter
ouch ok ok it hurts. dont get pissed or anything
sorry we dont have alcohol down in hell
why the HELL not?
we dont have puns either, idiot. get back to work
continue?y/n: i was never working in the first place
well.. uhh.. start working then
ok.. err what am i working on again?
DAMMIT i KNEW i forgot something.. ok.. youre working on an
excessively long, pointless story which is to be submitted into blender 9
okay?
i can do that
you already have
what?
huh?
who are you anyways?
im the devil
no youre not
continue?y/n:
i am too
show me your i.d.
here passes i.d. to hulk
ok FINE youre the devil. shouldnt you be off doing devilish
things or something?
i am
oh.. ok.. uhh well this story sucks so should we end it now?
i guess so
what?
huh?
shut up
continue?y/n:
this idiotic attempt at humour has been brought to you by the one, the only
NEOPHYTE of MISTIGRIS for BLENDER number NINE. ill SHUT UP now.
oh wait.. i usually draw ansi, but i write and i have an emag, so here it
comes, yes, a cheap plug WRITEFOROMLETTEORILLKILLYOU
neophyte@bbs.dsoe.com
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