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satan (Reverend Parson Peter Parsnip)
wrote in s.com:

The Lord alerted my mind to the presence of this EVIL article by Peter
J Ross, and I thusly replied:

On Thu, 25 Sep 2003 18:57:26 GMT, Reverend Parson Peter Parsnip's
long-suffering mother turned her back for just a moment, and Reverend
Parson Peter Parsnip did *this* to
alt.alien.vampire.flonk.flonk.flonk:

The Lord alerted my mind to the presence of this EVIL article by
Peter J Ross, and I thusly replied:

On Thu, 25 Sep 2003 13:57:16 GMT, Reverend Parson Peter Parsnip's
long-suffering mother turned her back for just a moment, and
Reverend Parson Peter Parsnip did *this* to
alt.alien.vampire.flonk.flonk.flonk:

The Lord alerted my mind to the presence of this EVIL article by
Peter J Ross, and I thusly replied:

On Thu, 25 Sep 2003 08:11:58 GMT, Reverend Parson Peter Parsnip's
long-suffering mother turned her back for just a moment, and
Reverend Parson Peter Parsnip did *this* to
alt.alien.vampire.flonk.flonk.flonk:

The Lord alerted my mind to the presence of this EVIL article by
Bertie the Bunyip, and I thusly replied:

satan (Reverend Parson Peter
Parsnip) wrote in
s.com:

The Lord alerted my mind to the presence of this EVIL article
by Bertie the Bunyip, and I thusly replied:

"Dirk Bruere at Neopax" wrote in
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"Gerald Smith" wrote in message
...
Dirk Bruere at Neopax wrote:

Genetic Engineering - an Asatru Perspective

The Genome - Another Odinist View, perhaps.

This is partially intended to offer a critique of the
previously published article in Odinic Rite Briefing
(ORB) by Bill Favill on the future of ...

Wise and insightful, but when capitalism collides with
genetic engineering, I fear along with many others that the
result will be ten million Madonnas and twenty million
Elvises!

Consider it evolution speeded up.
I expect looks will more closely match first names.
In some sections of society one can guess a person's age
just from hearing their first name.
And in my experience that would be an improvement.

Snort!

God I love this guy.

I'm sure I've read this thread before.

Might have, come to think of it one of your's seems to keep
recurring as well.

Something about a butt?

A butt? I have a story to tell about that.

Does the story involve a bus?

Actually, this is a new story.

Please don't prolong the suspense.

I went out into the wonderful vicarage orchard one fine sunny summer
morning to check up on old Bill, the gardener.

"Good morrow, fair Bill. How are you?" I called.

"Nae so bad, man. Y'sel?"

"I'm marvellous, thank you very much. The sun is shining, the birds
are singing - it truly is a good day to be alive."

"Pleas't 'ear it, sur."

I chirped in a response quickly, as I had a feeling Bill was about to
go off on a tangent about his awfully poor excuses for children.

"So, what are you up to today?"

A glare of something flashed across his eyes. At first I couldn't
fathom it out, but with hindsight I knew I should have been wary from
that moment on.

"Ahm jus' testin' oot me new buttress," coined Bill.

"Oh really? Can I have a look?"

"Aye."

We strolled over to a fine specimen of buttresshood. I moved over to
take a peer inside.

"Yes, built to last this one. Good find!"

I placed my head inside the buttress to examine the plastic material
more closely.

"Yes, a fine butt..."

Suddenly, I felt a strong pressing force on my back. I plunged
forward and crashed down face first into the bottom of the buttress.
The little ******* had pushed me in! A stream of expletives poured
from my mouth while Old **** Bill roared with laughter - the lunatic.

Needless to say, I had the last laugh when I sued the gardener's ass
from here to Kentucky.

I love a story with a moral.

I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'm hoping to win some sort of writing award
with that one.

Pulitzer, at least.

Bertei