May 17, 2006

Firework Display Of A Toy Advert

My favourite piece of non-meat spam this week:

From: Gilbert Calderon
Date: Wed, 17 May 2006 15:44:26 -0060
Subject: {THE_SUBJECT}
To: neuropraxis@gmail.com

bla bla bla
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Thanks for that Gilbert, you big fat freaking genius you. At least send me a goddamn virus or something.

So yes. Onto the facts and the juicy gossip. Of which there are none. There are fourteen days left until I walk away from my job, into the sunset, with a big stick over my shoulder with my paltry belongings tied up on the end of it in an oversized red and white polkadot handkerchief. Hang on. Handkerchief, is that a real word or did I just make it up?

n. pl. hand·ker·chiefs, also hand·ker·chieves (-chvz, -chvz)

1. A small square of cloth used especially for wiping the nose or mouth.
2. A large piece of cloth worn as a decorative article; a scarf.

handkerchief

Only once in Authorized Version (Acts 19:12). The Greek word (sudarion) so
rendered means properly "a sweat-cloth." It is rendered "napkin" in John 11:44;
20:7; Luke 19:20.

Everything comes back to religion in the end, innit? And who says you learn nothing on this website? Yes and who says I am an illiterate fool? It's you wots the fool that says that about me, in all in anyway.

So I have signed up as a volunteer with the Samaritans. Go to the website and donate them some money, because I will need it in order for to have me wages paid unto me. Ha ha! Not for that reason: for the reason of the depresseds getting some quality loving down through the telephone. Not dirty loving! Good clean care, like a big bottle of Cif. Which used to be called Jif, by the way. I used to be very good friends with an American boy when I was a teenager, and we would hang out in his house and eat American food. We ate a lot of Jif. Jif is a delicious American peanut butter. Perhaps that is why Jif the cleaning fluid became Cif. But nothing will ever explain why Immac hair removal cream became Veet (Veet?) but more pressing: WHY MARATHON BARS BECAME SNICKERS. Why did they do that? It's a confusing memory from my childhood that haunts me.

Speaking of hauntings, a local dog who is unimaginably adorable is shitting all over my garden and I am having to clean it up because it is owned by "bad types" who might smash the windows if I complain. Or they might pick it up. You never can tell with "bad types"; they're unpredictable. Maybe I could pre-empt the situation by smashing their windows! I'll consult with my pastor before I make any final decisions. Thinking is sore!!

Anyway, now I have a place to be at wot there's stuff to be a-doing.

neuro-praxis -- All I Want Is Another Shot

Posted by neuro-praxis on May 17, 2006 08:02 PM, in the category Exotic Air Fresheners