Date:         Fri, 6 Sep 1996 22:22:16 EDT
From: Mash tink - Plastic Chicken Croquettes! <mbarker@MIT.EDU>
Subject:      Re: FILLER:  There was a contest going on...(translation)

On Fri, 6 Sep 1996 00:15:30 EDT, the man with a brain of mucilage rippled:

:)Sine their war alec uh righting hay bouts...

Seeing there was a lack of writing here abouts (pray excuse him, he
lapses into the slang fantastic from time to time - here abouts would
be in this general area)

:)take up thy browser of choice and dowse at the fountainhead
:)http://web.mit.edu/mbarker/hall96/hall.html

poor boy doesn't know - http://web.mit.edu/mbarker/www/hall96/hall.html

:)2 larn D rewels ant guilations (next time, like a twice-told tail,
:)they shall be regulated) off thicken tessa.

To learn the rules and 'gulations (the first time, they must be
'gulations, which are later followed by regulations, in the same way
that we gurgitate before we regurgitate?) of the contest.

I.e., we don't want to interrupt the show, but we thought you might
like to know, that the writers are going to write along, and we hope
you will enjoy the bong...

or something like that?

You might start your piece with a bit of unrage, a wonder on the blind
side, a little tapping on the walls...something like:

        "You are a dick," she said, and laid four 50 dollar bills on
my desk.
        "I prefer to call myself a private investigator, but as long
as you're paying..." he said, sliding the money into his hand.
        That's when she unwrapped the sword.

dreaming of a gumshoe, a PI, a real cool dick...
~tink dink~
(mbarker@mit.edu)

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