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[m-f-d] Don't you wish folks would stop using "new ideas" to post conversational tidbits like this? So I've been away for a while, so now I'm back. So what? What do you all care? (did I miss anything good?) |
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Where on earth have you been? We missed you. You don't even have eMail? |
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Until I can put my hand in the hole in your side I shall not believe you are the real GT. |
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I have been to a shining planet known as... Earth. They actually occasionally perform productive activity there. They have tried to get me to join them, by enticing me with earthly delights, such as a thing they call a paycheck, and I am loathe to admit that I have succombed to their wiles, shortening my time in this land. Woe is me. |
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I shall prove my identity, UB: that should more properly have read, "Until I can put my hand _into_ the hole in your side..." |
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Quickly! Apply pressure, stop the bleeding. gt's back! |
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Welcome home. I have a gift for the traveller. Now hold out your hand and close your eyes. |
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...have I entered a chat room? |
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gt! Tell no more lies about this place you call earth. Heretic! Be careful....spies abound...... |
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I was once was offered an emolument to participate in the charade known as Earth. Their paycheck turned out to be a much less magnificent prize than had been initially represented to me at the interview. My body Thetans rejected most of the propaganda these Earthlings quoted as truth. |
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There be dragons off the edge too, I believe. |
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They only use custard for desserts. |
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with increasing regularity I am forcibly subjected to these vague apparitions and their capricious whims. They flit about, rattling bouncy noises at my head, trying to make me one way or another, compensating me poorly, and all the while I get the distinct impression that they somehow believe in themselves. As unwilling participant in what some would call life, I can verifiably assure you, gt... there really isn't anything out there. Even my time thinly veiled apart from my halfbaked home is spent in contemplation of these glorious, invigorating return spats. I tell you, I exist in this fold eternally, even as I feign occupation in that other world of muffled shadows. Stay, brother... |
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... drink deeply of this proffered notion, that you may more fully comprehend the futility of the fabled Real World. |
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aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh......... |
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