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Subject: Sn1ffed Chat Log 36
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Date: Sun, 04 Mar 2001 17:38:38 +1000
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M: Heya, Jason. Why the long face, man? You're not letting a few
fucked-up trolls mess with your head, are you?

G: <sighs> No, it's not that. Closer to the heart, man.

M: Thought you were gay? <heaves enormous bloated carcass a centimeter
or two. The earth's gravity shifts accordingly.>

G: Fuck, you believe everything you read on usenet, man?

M: Of course not! Hell, I only read posts about myself. And whatever
involves my spankards.

G: Oh - yeah. So let's get this straight. I'm definitely not you, and
I'm not one of your spankards, so how do you even know about this
shit?

M: <laughs> I just er -- had a feeling when I downloaded headers on my
last thirty minute check of usenet.

G: Fuckin A, man. You lie even when you're lying.

M: Aww, Jason. I'm just bustin' your balls a little. No thang but a
chicken wing. So who's the lady in question?

G: Fuck YOU!

M: Well, I've had some bad experiences myself. I know where you're
coming from.

G: Think so? Hah.

M: Yeah, man, I KNOW so. Some hot chick lets ya email her, even
REPLIES when ya bitch about it, gets ya thinking how special you are
to her and damn if she doesn't turn out to be the most coldhearted
cunt in the world!

G: I wouldn't go that far.

M: Bitches, every fucking one, from the roots of their hair to the
cracks in their asses--

G: D'oh. Do you have some sort of fetish about asses?

M: No! Hell, no, boy! I'm on YOUR side here.

G: And what side would that be, Marty?

M: These net abusing WHORES who act like a guy is cool with 'em online
and then won't go real life! Every fucking one -- well now, not EVERY
one. Misty. <smiles> She's hot. She can't get enough of me.

G: You keep your misty to yourself, all right? I really don't want to
hear any more fishing stories.

M: She's for REAL! I signed her guest book and told her so! Check it
out for yourself, do a search on--

G: No, I seem to have a singular lack of interest in your inflatables
and their guest books.

M: Fine! You think I haven't ever been hurt. You think YOU'RE the only
one who's ever been fucked over.

G: Never said any such thing.

M: You ACT like it.

G: My tragedy is mine. And I'm not going to cheapen it by giving you
the lowdown.

M: Fuck! I was only trying to make you feel better! Go get yourself
some strange and get over the bitch. You'll feel better, and --

G: Marty? You remind me of one of those kiddie balloons bent in animal
shapes. <sighs> Dunno if you're the pig or the wolf, but I really
couldn't be bothered trying to figure it out at the moment. Need I say
that you suck like an Electrolux, too?

M: I am THE VICTIM here! These cod -- uh, CUNTS hurt ME. I never did a
fucking thing to them! Would I like to see SOMEBODY give 'em a
bitchslap? Sure I would! But I don't play that way.

G: Pardon me. I was under the impression you were going to be gone for
a week. You never went anywhere. Don't get out much, do you?

M: All the TIME! I'm a fucking party ANIMAL! But I don't let it get in
the way of Usenet. Priorities - a man's gotta have 'em. Spanking these
bitches, pedos, stalkers and trolls and keeping up appearances in
Policy is Job One.

G: Tell you what, man. Just take your priorities somewhere out of my
earshot, deal? I honestly don't care. I've got my own problems.

M: <waddles away, seismic activity registered by USGC> Like I said, I
AM THE VICTIM!!! And payday's coming, closer every day! I'll get my
revenge on every last one of 'em, you'll see.

G: They say it's a dish best served cold. Just like Cajun--

M: <stops abruptly. Feels momentary dizziness from shifting of mass
volume>: Jason. My friend. Do you have any Cajun pudding? Please say
you do.


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pH1