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From: pHant <[email protected]>
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Subject: Sn1ffed Chat Log 4
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Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2001 10:51:46 +1000
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M: Damn Diaper Boy. Damn Cod Hole. Damn stalker boi Kevvie. For fuck's
sake, are they wooden Indians? I can't believe they didn't bitch about
those Geocities sites.

R: Yo, they be skeered o' dat PUD_RADAR bwahahahahahaha. Yoo have made
the determinum-ation that some of 'em be usin' Windows 95 or higher!
Muhahahaha!

M: Yeah, Raymond. I'll tell you the same thing I always tell them. I
was here long before you. I'll be here long after you're gone.

R: Yo, chill out, bro. Yoo could have called it yer OSSIFER radar!
Bwahahaha! Why dint choo name it fer joo own dicksock?

M: Like I told you, I don't have a sock on my dick. It's called a
Texas catheter.

R: A Tex-- what the fuck yoo talkin', man?

M: A Texas catheter. Shit, don't you know nothing, boy? You came from
alt.sex.passwords, didn't you?

R: Ahem. No, motherfucker. Rikijo ain't nevah heard of no Texas
dicksock.

M: It's not a sock. Hrmph. It's a catheter for a bladder problem. I
can't always tell when I gotta take a piss in time.

R: Yoo fuckin' with me again? <falls on floor laughing>

M: No, Raymond. And if you ever tell anyone about this, I promise you
I'll tell the fucking world the truth about your faxoring.

R: Shut up, yoo don' know nothin' about dat.

M: Logs, boy, logs. Fucking Attrition, I can't believe they put your
shit up.

R: Yoo don' know the story. And I got immunity as a special undercover
operative.

M: So you say. Hrmph.

R: So what's the deal on yo bladder problem? Yoo piss yerself?

M: No. It goes in the catheter. I can't get to it in time.

R: Can't get to what in time? Why yoo be fuckin' with Hatter about the
same damned thing?

M: Raymond. Do I have to spell it out? I have a slight WEIGHT problem.
I haven't seen my dick since 1985.

R: OH MY GOD!!!!!

M: Hatter can see his, that's the difference. But like I said, it
doesn't really matter because there's no PROOF.


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pH1