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A Parson's Tale (was: Asatru and Genetic Engineering)
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 : "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. -- The Reverend Parson Peter Parsnip Smiting Revenge Against Sinful Usenet Users Since 1874 "My little finger shall be thicker than my father's loins" - Kings 12:10 |
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A Parson's Tale (was: Asatru and Genetic Engineering)
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 : "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. -- PJR :-) mhm34x8 Smeeter #30 Alcatroll Labs Inc. (Executive Vice-President) Usenet Valhalla, Third Circle news:alt.fan.pjr news:alt.alcatroll Remove CHUCK.LYSAGHT'S.SHRUNKEN.BALLS to reply. |
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A Parson's Tale (was: Asatru and Genetic Engineering)
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 : "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. -- The Reverend Parson Peter Parsnip Smiting Revenge Against Sinful Usenet Users Since 1874 "My little finger shall be thicker than my father's loins" - Kings 12:10 |
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Asatru resources
"Dirk Bruere at Neopax" wrote in
: I invite other Asatruar to add their own, which I will then combine. I would also appreciate info on failed links. If anyone has objections to any site or org then mail me with precise details. Djirkie, I hate to point it out, but this post doesn't seem to have anything at all to do with Busses, asses, gargeners, aor Vicarage walls. Not even lawsuits. please try and stay on topic, eh? Bertie |
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A Parson's Tale (was: Asatru and Genetic Engineering)
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 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 : "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. I'll keep my fingers crossed. -- The Reverend Parson Peter Parsnip Smiting Revenge Against Sinful Usenet Users Since 1874 "My little finger shall be thicker than my father's loins" - Kings 12:10 |
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A Parson's Tale (was: Asatru and Genetic Engineering)
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: 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 : "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. I'll keep my fingers crossed. Me too! I'll light a candle and maybe Djirkie will cast a spell. Njikky will toke his bong for you for good luck |
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