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Here we are, slacking again...
We will begin this issue with a commentary about life at Pizza Hut (don't
you all just love these?)
We have big brooms at Pizza Hut. Every time we get a new one, somebody
writes something on it. So in the last year, we have had brooms with
names like "Big Man", "Velvet Snake", "Beast Master", and the newest one,
"Super Fly".
And now...new airlines from the mind of eener...
Air Garfield: All the planes are painted orange with black stripes.
Lasagna is served on all flights. All pilots are required to wear a Jon
Arbuckle suit.
Psycho Air: Tired of long, boring flights? Fly Psycho Air! All of our
pilots and flight crews are recruited from asylums, in an attempt to
lessen crowding in said asylums. With a crew like this, it'll keep you on
the edge of your seat - will you reach your destination??
P-n-B Airlines: P-n-B stands for Pinky and the Brain! This is their
latest attempt to take over the world...to monopolize the airline business
and make millions of dollars. Brain pilots the aircrafts ("Hello. I am
your pilot. I'm really a lab mouse in a plot to take over the
world...enjoy your flight.") Pinky provides in-flight entertainment as
well as performing flight attendant duties. ("Would you like something to
drink? NARF!")
Taylor Airways: Owned and operated by Steve Taylor, musical artist. All
the planes are designed with "John 3:16" logos - Bannerplanes! Taylor's
tunes are featured during the in-flight music - Taylor's videos are
featured on some of the in-flight movies. Passengers get a discount on
tickets if they sacrifice their copy of "Chagall Guevara".
Northern Southern Western Eastern Airlines: We couldn't decide which
direction we wanted to go, so we decided to compromise and name our
airline to cover all possibilities!
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= OH SNOP!! =
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life's little annoyances...
by melvan
Thursday morning I woke up with a cold. Sore throat, stuffed up nose,
backache, headache. Friday morning I decided to go shopping and get some
cough syrup. And some other stuff. So I got in the car and went to
Shopko, then to the grocery store and got some lunch. When I returned
home, I noticed the little light blinking on the answering machine. It
was a message from eener saying that she & her mom were in town and going
out to lunch, and that they were going to invite me along with them, but I
wasn't home...ACK!
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= As the Tractor Burns... =
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STARRING:
Jim Varney - as Raul Hackenspew
Roseanne - as Esmerelda
O.J. Simpson - as I.M. Gilty
Barney the Dinosaur - as Howard Stern
Jim Carrey - as Al Rightithen
Princess Di - as Buffy
Last time on ATTB, something happened, only it's been so long that we've
forgotten what it was.
This week on ATTB, the characters have been kidnapped and trapped inside
the movie "Innerspace", where they are (shrunk? shrunken? whatever), put
inside a miniature submarine, and take a trip through the human body. For
this episode only, As the Tractor Burns will be renamed As the Stomach
Churns.
Raul: What the heck is going on? Why are we so small? Why are we in a
submarine? And why am I wearing two different colored socks?
Buffy: Because you dressed yourself in the dark, silley.
Esmerelda: Buffy? Why did you spell that with an 'e'?
Buffy: Because I wanted to.
Al: I'm a male-type.
I.M.: Whoa! Look at that thing outside the window! What is that?
Howard: I think it's a blood cell.
Raul: No, I think it's part of a braunschweiger & jam sandwich that this
guy ate.
Buffy: EEEEWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!
Esmerelda: I think I'm gonna throw up.
Al: If you're gonna spew, spew in this (hands Esmerelda a bucket)
Esmerelda: Thanks.
Raul: Hey, can we stop talking about stupid stuff and try to figure out a
way out of here?
Howard: Sure we can. How do we get out of here?
I.M.: Yeah, what he said.
Raul: I don't know, that's why I asked you guys to help me.
Esmerelda: What is this? A guy asking for directions?
Raul: What? No! Never! No way! I know how to get out of here! Now if
I could just figure out how to drive this submarine...
(Suddenly, the Evil Taxi Driver appears in a poof of blue smoke)
Taxi Driver: I know how to drive this submarine!
Esmerelda: Then get us out of here!
I.M.: Yeah, what she said.
Taxi Driver: Okay, hang on, we're going for a ride!
(The submarine suddenly shoots out through the belly button at light
speed, enlarges, and crashes into a brick wall)
Raul: Whoa...what a ride...
(Suddenly Elvis appears at the crash site)
Esmerelda: Wow...it's Elvis!
Buffy: Elvis! I love your music!
Elvis: Thankyou...thankyouverymuch.
(Buffy faints)
(Esmerelda faints)
(Al faints)
Raul: Sheesh, it's only a hologram...
(Suddenly Elvis disappears in a red poof of smoke)
I.M.: Wow...those special effects really move me sob choke
Howard: Um...yeah, whatever.
Next time on ATTB, maybe the women & Al will wake up...
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= URGENT FME NEWS =
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AHEM...attention everyone, we have two announcements this week.
First of all, if you aren't going to have email over the summer months and
you'd prefer to unsubscribe, please tell us now. Thank you.
Second, eener is getting married in August, and melvan is going to be in
the wedding. So we'll both be pretty busy this summer, and FME may be
getting to you less often. I can hear you saying "Less often? Is this
possible?" Well, the answer is yes. It COULD be not coming to you at
all, so don't complain.
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= Wise Sage =
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** The Wise Sage never rests! Well, actually she does, but "The Wise
Sage Rests" wouldn't be too good of an opener for the Wise Sage column,
now would it? Anyway, send Wise Sage questions to eener@juno.com
Dear Wise Sage:
Madam Sage, whoooooooose idea was it to have such a drastic tupo as:
Narrator:....*sob But then my business went bankrupt...and I was all
alone...with not even a pink lawn flaming to keep me company....*sob*
I mean, of course the Narrator's lawn business went out of business!
First, he decided that he would specialize (apparently) in Pink Lawns.. I
don't know about you, but I've never seen a pink lawn.. well, 'cept for
that crazy rich person's house down the street on valentine's day, but
that doesn't really count. Then he apparently decided that his idea of
lawn ornamentation was to flame them? ah, silley typical male-type.
The So#M Queen betrothed ALMOST as many times as you know whooooooo,
turned particularly owlish while speaking to Madam Wise Sage, to attempt
to match her intellegence.
PS.. if he disappears in a blue poof of smoke, does that mean he moved
from pink lawns to blue lawns?
Dear So#M Queen,
The Narrator actually specialized in regular lawns, but they looked pink
to him, because he was wearing rose-colored glasses!
P.S. I want a shrubbery!!
Wise Sage
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= Fruit Bats in Your Toilet =
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*** If you have lunacy you'd like publicized, we'll do it for free! Send
any stories, poems, letters, parodies, essays, ramblings, etc. to
melvan@wildstar.net
There's nothing here this week.
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= Dumb Poetry in a Card Type Trash... =
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Winter
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Shivering
Shaking
Quivering
It's so cold
the thermometer
BROKE
Icicles
Snow drifts
I wash my hair
walk out the door
It freezes
Gosh
I'm glad
I live in Atlanta
eener, who loves the south...except for the cockroaches
Lunch
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My wooden teeth
give me splinters
when I eat
solid
food.
Corn pone.
melvan
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