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Subject: drunken rant
Date: 9 Apr 1995 03:08:57 -0500
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[duplicate copy cuz 
sorry assed yale server sez bounce but spooled and i can't
be sure!!]

and we're BACK from the marsbar and we're still buzzed as FUCK after 3
foster's and a heineken not to mentio the complete adrenalin high from
having one FUCKHEAD COMPLETE IDIOT in a camaro or firebird change his
mind from going onto the 836 from the 826 but instead of simply
swerving off, NO, he just fucking BRAKED STOP DEAD RIGHT THERE and my
SUPER DUPER DODGE MINIVAN SWERVES RIGHT and then LEFT OVERCOMPENSATED
FUCK FUCK WHEW we are on a ROLL baby watchi'n the SPEED-O-METER
hovering at or about 65 MILES per HR and no WAY a cop's conna catch MY
ass doing 90MPH on the 195 until some LOSER DICHEAD TAXI desides to
just STOP and make me SLOW DOWN ARGH MORON OK! OK!  DILUTE!  TWO
EXCENDRIN AND LAOS OF WATER AND I'll be just FINE in de morning.
kicking AS on the pool table tonight ladies and gents until i LOST bu
it was 02:40 anyhow coming back from beihind all night CREAMING, no,
FRAPPEING the competition into a WHIMPERING FETAL POSITION.
T-0-A-S-T.  the WAITRESSES just dancing on the tabletops and runing
their hadns all over each onther in that trendy "i wanna be a dyke"
attitude, and me trying to determine the cueballl's trajectory on that
fucking slate.  SLATE?  MY CHEST IS FLATTER THAN THAT FUCKING PIEC OF
SHIT SLATE GODDDAMIT.  YOU COULD USE THAT SLATE TO DEMONSTRATE
EINSTEIN'S CURVED SPACE THEORIES.  GRAVITY SINKS AND SHIT.  CUte
petite chicks in tight clothing.  Not too manhy in high heels (then
again, almost no ugly shoes tonight; always a plus).  "Alternative"
music (whatever the stupid ass bimbo DJette happens to like; hey,
moron!  ever hear of sugar?  ever hear of throwing muses?  should i
just bludgoen you?  and what's whith the fucking lameass technical
difficulties?  if i wanna listen to a cicada in the background, i'll
go to the fucking park, not listen to WSHE 103.5 FM STEREO!!!!
ARRGGHH!!)  "say a prayer for me, i'm buried by the sound of a world
of human wreckage" gaah!!! too bad the album kinda sucks.

5150
THUS ENDS THIS RANT.  TOMORROW IF I FEEL SO INCLINE I SHALL POST MY
"HANGOVER WHINE".  i smoked (tobacco, naturally) for the first time in
3 months.  i feel so FUCKING WEAK.  BUT I ALSO FEEL GOOD!  HAHAHAHAHAHAHA