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It's a special blend of dry wit humour taken from several sources and mixed to produce this outstanding piece of comedic literature.
As we know, there have been several Goodbye threads in which members have taken claims to go off to this part of the world or that. There has been the really nice introduction in the Flameboard, and then, to add flavor, there is my drunken, blabbering, regretful thread about my disheveled realtionship--I swear my Good Twin wrote it. Taking these aspects into consideration, I satire the Goodbyes and the Hello with something as unbelievable as possible, the aforementioned trip to Saturn a la Buck Rogers--the old Buck Rogers, not that 1980's stuff. The suicide comment compliments the title of the thread and slants toward my off-and-on depression regarding my state of affairs lately--or my state of not having any affairs, if you know what I mean, wink wink nod nod. The title was simply to manipulate you, dear reader, into thinking that I may decide to mix blood and bathwater, as an arrousal of your curiosity. Of course, this is not the case. A hangman's noose shall suffice nicely. That last bit was a joke as well intended for shock value only.
Plus it's a kick-ass Pink Floyd tune from the treasured "The Wall". ------------------ "Meesa love yousa long time."
Jar Jar Binks, Vietnam, 1967.
[This message was edited by Cargile on June 21, 1999.]
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*complements Sol's TMBG reference w/ another* "There has been a spacecraft sighted, flying high above the sky..."
Oh, and speaking of Saturn... "The scientific theroy I like best is that the rings of Saturn are composed entirely of lost airline luggage." -Mark Russell
------------------ Brain: "Are you pondering what I'm pondering?" Pinky: "I think so, Brain, but, if you get a long little doggie, wouldn't you just call it a 'dachshund'?"
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