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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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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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