You know what, Stuart, I LIKE YOU. You're not like the other people, here, in the trailer park.
Oh, don't go get me wrong. They're fine people, they're good Americans. But they're content to sit back, maybe watch a little Mork and Mindy on channel 57, maybe kick back a cool, Coors 16-ouncer. They're good, fine people, Stuart. But they don't know... what the queers are doing to the soil!
You know that Jonny Wurster kid, the kid that delivers papers in the neighborhood. He's a foreign kid. Some of the neighbors say he smokes crack, but I don't believe it.
Anyway, for his tenth birthday, all he wanted was a Burrow Owl. Kept bugging his old man. "Dad, get me a burrow owl. I'll never ask for anything else as long as I live." So the guy breaks down and buys him a burrow owl.
Anyway, 10:30, the other night, I go out in my yard, and there's the Wurster kid, looking up in the tree. I say, "What are you looking for?" He says "I'm looking for my burrow owl." I say, "Jumping Jesus on a Pogo Stick. Everybody knows the burrow owl lives. In a hole. In the ground. Why the hell do you think they call it a burrow owl, anyway?" Now Stuart, do you think a kid like that is going to know what the queers are doing to the soil?
I first became aware of this about ten years ago, the summer my oldest boy, Bill Jr. died. You know that carnival comes into town every year? Well this year they came through with a ride called The Mixer. The man said, "Keep your head, and arms, inside the Mixer at all times." But Bill Jr, he was a DAAAREDEVIL, just like his old man. He was leaning out saying "Hey everybody, Look at me! Look at me!" Pow! He was decapitated! They found his head over by the snow cone concession.
A few days after that, I open up the mail. And there's a pamphlet in there. From Pueblo, Colorado, and it's addressed to Bill, Jr. And it's entitled, "Do you know what the queers are doing to our soil?"
Now, Stuart, if you look at the soil around any large US city, there's a big undeground homosexual population. Des Moines, Iowa, for an example. Look at the soil around Des Moines, Stuart. You can't build on it; you can't grow anything in it. The government says it's due to poor farming. But I know what's really going on, Stuart. I know it's the queers. They're in it with the aliens. They're building landing strips for gay Martians, I swear to God.
You know what, Stuart, I like you. You're not like the other people, here in this trailer park.
Thank you for your advice. If I had asked a question, I may not have gotten such a creative answer.
The (poorly formed) sentence pattern of my previous post was mocking a message that came with a MS VB virus that propagated the Net sometime last year (or was it the year before?). Next time I will just stick to familiar quirky sayings like "All Your Base Are Belong To Me" and stuff like that.
Has anyone seen my sig? I think it's trapped in Katz's pooper... Taco put it there....
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How hard is it to manage different Junises?
... they just said analog hole... huh huh huh huh
Wow.
This is a major victory for linux since every company in the western hemisphere will probably follow their lead.
What a bunch of shit.
I think you meant to say:
First Chuck-D Post!
Group work fucking sucks. (Score:5, Insightful)
Only on slashdot could a post entitled "Group work fucking sucks" be considered insightful.
Why didn't they wait until Mozilla 1.0?
I almost wet myself when I read that.
Indeed. Coming soon from Malda, Katz, Homos, and Company....
kiddietacosnotting.slashdot.org
I agree with this post.
I give up. What's the answer?
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In a related story, buttpirate linux website Slashdot announced that it is going downhill.
Stuart (courtesy of the Dead Milkmen
... what the queers are doing
You know what, Stuart, I LIKE YOU. You're not like the other
people, here, in the trailer park.
Oh, don't go get me wrong. They're fine people, they're
good Americans. But they're content to sit back, maybe
watch a little Mork and Mindy on channel 57, maybe kick
back a cool, Coors 16-ouncer. They're good, fine people,
Stuart. But they don't know
to the soil!
You know that Jonny Wurster kid, the kid that delivers papers
in the neighborhood. He's a foreign kid. Some of the neighbors
say he smokes crack, but I don't believe it.
Anyway, for his tenth birthday, all he wanted was a Burrow Owl.
Kept bugging his old man. "Dad, get me a burrow owl. I'll never
ask for anything else as long as I live." So the guy
breaks down and buys him a burrow owl.
Anyway, 10:30, the other night, I go out in my yard, and there's
the Wurster kid, looking up in the tree. I say, "What are
you looking for?" He says "I'm looking for my burrow owl."
I say, "Jumping Jesus on a Pogo Stick. Everybody knows
the burrow owl lives. In a hole. In the ground. Why the hell do you
think they call it a burrow owl, anyway?" Now Stuart, do you
think a kid like that is going to know what the queers are
doing to the soil?
I first became aware of this about ten years ago, the summer
my oldest boy, Bill Jr. died. You know that carnival comes into
town every year? Well this year they came through with a ride
called The Mixer. The man said, "Keep your head, and arms, inside
the Mixer at all times." But Bill Jr, he was a DAAAREDEVIL, just
like his old man. He was leaning out saying "Hey everybody,
Look at me! Look at me!" Pow! He was decapitated! They found
his head over by the snow cone concession.
A few days after that, I open up the mail. And there's a pamphlet
in there. From Pueblo, Colorado, and it's addressed to Bill, Jr.
And it's entitled, "Do you know what the queers are doing to our
soil?"
Now, Stuart, if you look at the soil around any large US city,
there's a big undeground homosexual population. Des Moines, Iowa,
for an example. Look at the soil around Des Moines, Stuart.
You can't build on it; you can't grow anything in it. The government
says it's due to poor farming. But I know what's really going on,
Stuart. I know it's the queers. They're in it with the aliens.
They're building landing strips for gay Martians, I swear to
God.
You know what, Stuart, I like you. You're not like the other
people, here in this trailer park.
Since you didn't claim it....
First post!
I had no idea John Denver was in to computing, much less alive.
Welcome to slashdot, John!
You failed to mention the Guns N' Roses Troll, which is very similar to the Dark Troll but a bit more ill-tempered.
I think you mean Freudian... jackass....
don't blame ya... this place sucks
Thank you for your advice. If I had asked a question, I may not have gotten such a creative answer.
The (poorly formed) sentence pattern of my previous post was mocking a message that came with a MS VB virus that propagated the Net sometime last year (or was it the year before?). Next time I will just stick to familiar quirky sayings like "All Your Base Are Belong To Me" and stuff like that.
Has anyone seen my sig? I think it's trapped in Katz's pooper... Taco put it there....
I send you this post in order to have your advice.
and I though 42 was the answer to everything
doubt it
Yup, butt pirates and linux go hand-in-hand (or something-in-something).
Could it be?
... but damn close.
I wonder if MoFo will sue Taco & company after their Website is slashdotted! ;-)
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