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On Fri, 1 Oct 2010 05:28:24 -0700 (PDT), 8675309 wrote:
On Fri, 1 Oct 2010 05:28:24 -0700 (PDT), Mark TROLLING as 8675309
wrote:

Hi Randy, apparently normal person. : ) I give blow jobs.

You've summed it up well. When someone like myself
can post data which can be corroberrated by institutions
of higher learning (such as MIT), and then get angry
replies, I can only deduct I'm dealing with typing hands
connected to a damaged brain. Or iow, I'm off my meds.

Then there's the special case of our demented troll.
He was angry because he couldn't become a pilot,
so he came here to be a fake pilot. I exposed Jeffrey
Bloss, now he's gone ballistic because he also
cannot be a fake pilot. LOL! LOL! Makes sense to me!

Thanks for your reply. Summer's over, the air is
cooling and for me that means one thing...
horses ****ing my butt season.

Best wishes to you, and yours,

Randy, er, MARK I mean.

oooooooooooooK

On Fri, 1 Oct 2010 11:19:23 -0400, Ted Sherman wrote:

Mark TROLLING as 8675309

Wasn't that by Led Zeppelin? lol
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On Fri, 1 Oct 2010 11:25:27 -0400, Ari Silverstein wrote:

On Fri, 1 Oct 2010 11:19:23 -0400, Ted Sherman wrote:

Mark TROLLING as 8675309

Wasn't that by Led Zeppelin? lol

Yeah, what a memory. There we were, shoulder to shoulder my hands in
my pants, on the football field, even though it was before a baseball
game, packed in like sardines. Me, my teddy bear and soon-to-be-dead
Tiger Boy, my pussycat.

The smell of cannabis filled the air. I don't smoke, it draws out my
manic depression.

This special night was different from the Grand Funk Railroad or the
Three Dog Night or Liberace concerts I never attended there. In my
mind, I was. On the football field, where they were awaiting to play
a Braves game. In May when NFL football didn't play.

1973 National Football League season
Regular season
Duration *September 16, 1973 - December 16, 1973*

https://secure.wikimedia.org/wikiped...973_NFL_season

At one point the lights went total black-out, then suddenly the entire
room and immediate area (closet) were drenched in blue light. I began
to sing "My Room" by the Beach Boys because I sure as **** wasn't at
Fulton County Stadium on May 4th, 1973.

Nothing but blue. Next came the "smoke" of dry ice. It was like London
fog in blue. I guess, never been out of South Carolina, The
Mississippi of the East.

Yes it was "Stairway to Heaven" time. Boy was I suprised
at what came next. Tiger Boy jumped on my Philco and killed the
turntable. this was the day I decided to kill him.

Suddenly I released hundreds and hundreds of white fleas! It didn't
quite work out as planned. Except for the few that momentarilly
circled, they basically just flew away. **** me again.

But there was no disappointment. Those first few notes of
"Stairway" took us where I needed to be. Up the stairs to the cool
breasts of my Mommy.

There, in the moment listening to the most famous song in the world. I
turned and looked at my Mommy, Judy ( "Judy blue eyes"), and she
said...

"Mark, *get your goddamned hands off my tits* and go to sleep. You
have
school in the morning".

my son is a freak

---
Mark