On Tue, Jan 02, 2001 at 06:15:01PM -0500, [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
> {and now at the 1'st annual Freenet-On-Linux-Bash is the Mr. M Jackson to 
> speak on behalf of all the known Linux *slash* Freenet Newbies }
> - Mr. M Jackson makes his way on the stage to the microphone -
> - As the claps die down Mr M Jackson is heard giving his *speach* on the MIC -
>  "Wazz up wit dis shit! First yall be hatin on my skin cula n now u be fuckin 
> wid my newbiesness, Damed white ass crakaz! N whutz wit u sayin bout yo fine 
> ass hoes yall got fuckin yo daddy?!! Sheat! U mudda fuckaz wana rumble cuz u 
> fuck wit me n i'll wip out my nine n pop yo ass's deahd, n mah homes ill show 
> u da streatsweapah! n put yo fuckin led pelteddecapatated corps out to fuck 
> dead HOE'S (cuz datz all yo be able to fuck!!haha!) Mo FUCKAZ! FUCKWITME HU? 
> Damn how dense can yall get. Yall bettah beah cookin KFC oh biscutz an gravy 
> oh YO GOING DOWN BIATCH!"{this is where your local Classic American Detroit 
> Thug wips out his Glock nine (no gangsta should ever be without it i guess 
> thats why he has one) and blasts your ass into the next millennium because of 
> the absents of KFC or biscuits and gravy} "N waddup wit dis no Uah Ess Bee 
> sheat on muah copuddah! It coust fuckin 8 AK's to get dat sheat n now it don 
> work. THATS IT MUTHA FUCKA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
> - Mr. M Jackson is then thrown an AK-47 from his accomplice Dr. Dre and 
> promptly emptied a clip load of steel core "cop killa" bullets (just like the 
> one that are used in LA to rob banks!) into who he thought was behind this 
> linux shit, the announcer.-
> "Straight up Detroit husslin!" - reflects a proud Mr. M Jackson to a stunned 
> group of linux hackers and nerds -
> "Sheat Dre lezz blow diz jont"
> "I hea ya nigga" - Says Dre -
> - Mr M Jackson then quickly light up their crack and run toards the door just 
> when a white stage lady blocks their path -
> "Damn not dis hoe again! Mua fuckin cracka ass!"
> - Before the lady had the chance to make her move for their money again Dr. 
> Dre pulled up his nine, held it sideways in true ghetto fashion and pumped 
> her worthless white ass with two clip loads of lead - "Ain't no fuckin hoe 
> gunna send me to da slamma again! Who's yo daddy!" -Dre said as he continued 
> to fire at the lifeless corpse-
> -Then Dre and Jackson hop into their purple 1977 LTD with gold spokes, 
> hydraulics, and a phat ass sound system- "Dis one pimpin ride nigga" yells 
> Mr. M Jackson (who is driving for once) as Dr Dre continues to lock and load 
> his guns for all the drive by's their gunna do around town-
> 
> -Later on AMERICA'S MOST WANTED-
> "...If you've seen these two suspects don't approach them, they *may* be 
> armed and are extremely dangerous...

All I can say is ookkkkkaaaaaayyyyyy...

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Travis Bemann
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