THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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By Martin on Tuesday, June 16, 1998 - 08:46 pm: |
After a series of sophomoric ranting posts (which were shot down or ignored by sorabji regulars), someone popped in to fill in some blanks as to the ignorant poster's character with this. After a couple more days of juvenalia, as far as I can tell, the ostrich's confidante gave us this guarantee. I know, I know...let sleeping rats drown. (or however that goes..) But I wonder-- What "message" did he get? What finally convinced him to get lost? Everyone making fun of his ears, etc.? Markus' eloquent post? Does someone here know what happened? Do you guys all know? |
By N on Tuesday, June 16, 1998 - 11:45 pm: |
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By Chordata on Wednesday, June 17, 1998 - 12:31 am: |
Please move on with your lives. |
By PetePetRockYahtzee on Wednesday, June 17, 1998 - 01:45 pm: |
Wow....Mark really is Lord of Sorabji then. The ability to permanently disbar unruly members....an awesome power indeed. Guess I better behave from now on. |
By Jim aka PajamaBoy on Wednesday, June 17, 1998 - 04:49 pm: |
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By Pete on Wednesday, June 17, 1998 - 10:27 pm: |
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By Frau bilznich on Thursday, June 18, 1998 - 03:45 am: |
some around might have tendrils that reach into the slightest of places. a sideways comment and bulletmeetsbitch, if you know what i am saying. msr. oouats finds himself bent funny in a dumpster staring at a reezturaunt/institooshun size can of pea soup (empty) while his last thoughts coagulate in and about the hole in his greasy head. perhaps he has become fuckfondue in the trunk of a maverick (gunmetal grey) which has been dimensionally altered by a hydrolick compactor in some shifty tenneseeee junk yard. or maybe he has become a fish hobbyiest with heavy shooos somewheres in the gulf of mexico. fucker. or nothing at all. bored and left. andnowhereturns. martin? |
By Chordata on Thursday, June 18, 1998 - 03:06 pm: |
i may or may not have anything to do with them. i plead the fifth. i don't know jack shit. yup. i might have fallen in love and married him and you bastards would never even know. god bless the fucking internet! |
"Mom met *** in Albertsons. She is not a hairdresser anymore. Her neck is tilted. She looks old and is selling cosmetics in a store." but what about the others? the guy I almost kissed in the downtown chicago marriott on halloween night in 1992 at the college journalists conference. I wore a short red-violet seersucker dress with gray tights. my blond alcoholic sorority chick friend, who talked me and the other reluctant seattle attendee into going to the hard rock cafe earlier that day, said this ucs* guy was cute, but I wasn't convinced until we got home and I saw the photos. I got him stoned with the good northwest bud I brought with me on the plane and we drank my friend's booze and I didn't kiss him, we just sat close together on the hotel room floor between the bed and the tv set. I wonder if he's married now. some people finder says he lives in northridge, california. where the hell is that? |
Wdn't that be just too 6-degrees-of-seperation? |
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Who's 0###? |
it looks like a tres shitty place. his name isn't ian. my friend at the national gay and lesbian task force is saying he doesn't really want to go to our high school reunion but has hinted that he may be able to be talked into it. I think I will have to stress to him that we need only attend one of the events, not all three. |
in the dirty southern part of the state. |
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