7/1 July 11, all day at the Robert Austin computer show at the Cow
Palace, the CABAL presents a Linux installfest. Bring your
computer for latest RedHat/various or consulting, or enjoy the
hardware vendors there and take home a new machine. -- schoen
\_ Is this the same day as that livestock festival? Am I going
to be surrounded by computer geeks? Curse you and your
technology! COWS AND SHEEP SHALL STOP YOUR PUNY SHOW!
7/1
The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply.
Your question was:
> You are standing in front of a white house with boarded up windows and
> doors. All around you is forest.
>
> There is a mailbox here.
And in response, thus spake the Oracle:
} > Shoot mailbox.
}
} Unfortunately, your gun is actually a transmogrifier. The mailbox
} turns into a pony intent on oral-genital intimacy with you.
}
} > Run.
}
} Outrunning a pony is rather difficult. You trip and fall. The pony
} rips off your pants.
}
} > Kick pony.
}
} The pony deftly dodges your kick. You wind up with the pony's head
} between your legs. The pony slurps once.
}
} > Stab pony.
}
} Your knife is actually a hypodermic needle containing aphrodesiacs.
} The pony is already at maximum lust level. The pony slurps twice.
} You moan.
}
} > Hit pony.
}
} With what? Your bare hands?
}
} > Yes.
}
} You hit the pony, but it only moans. The pony slurps once. You moan
} twice.
}
} > Think about England.
}
} You think about England, but all you can think of is the horses there.
} The pony slurps twice. You moan three times. You are now close to
} orgasm.
}
} > Teleport.
}
} You cannot teleport. The pony slurps once. You orgasm with a loud
} scream. The pony moves away.
}
} > Get up.
}
} You are now the pony's sex slave. You cannot get up without a direct
} order. The pony orders you to get up.
}
} > Stay still.
}
} Your penalty for disobeying the pony is one lick. You moan once.
}
} > Get up.
}
} You follow the pony to a clothes closet. The pony tells you to get
} dressed. The closet contains:
} - A silken negligee.
} - A pair of cowboy boots.
} - A pair of split-crotch riding pants
} - A riding crop
}
} > quit
}
} You cannot quit. This is real life.
}
} > quit
}
} Sorry. If you attempt to quit again, you will be punished.
}
} > ^C
}
} Your penalty for attempting to quit is four licks. You scream and
} writhe in orgasm.
}
} > Damn you you fucking computer my pants are all sticky and I want to
} > go home NOW.
}
} The pony tells you to get dressed or suffer a further penalty. |