Joe Provo's Crap

If thine enemy wrong thee, buy each of his children a drum.

-Ancient Chinese proverb


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Word-of-the-Moment:
Tayback

Little-known Catfish Fact Number Four:
He converted H Mackeirnan to the Church of the SubGenius for the sole purpose of having H's buy-in on producing the World Premiere of Brooks Carruthers' play Killing "Bob". It worked.

"A construct made of cloned human tissue, augments, anxiety, depression, and unforcused rage, a killing machine for whichever humans rented me, until I made a mistake and got my brain destroyed."

Might I suggest visiting the free, global email-to-fax gateway from The Phone Company... before it is too late.

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And as a parting shot, today's Weekly World Spew headline:

Mysterious Boogie Man Plagues Advice Columnist.

Cheers,
joe