From: mloy@iupui.edu (Mark Loy) Newsgroups: rec.arts.sf.written.robert-jordan,alt.fan.grrm Subject: Re: [TAN] Speaking of GRRM, Date: Wed, 22 May 2002 11:24:42 -0500 In article , Johan Gustafsson wrote: > In article , mloy@iupui.edu says... > > [context? fuck no!] > > > Consider that you knowingly walk into a biker bar to enjoy the > > ambiance/have a cold brew. You are going to hear some profanity in that > > establishment. I know. But try not to be too amazed. The patrons of > > said establishment have deemed it appropriate within the context of their > > gathering place. Therefore you can't be offended when someone does what > > is perfectly acceptable. Oh, you can but that just means you're in the > > wrong fuckin' place--with emphasis on Wrong Fuckin' Place. > > > > Now consider that you knowingly walk into the nightmarish Hell that is a > > Mormon youth get-togeth...er, uh the uh refined religious civility and > > grace that is a gathering of devout Mormon youths. You would be, and > > rightly so, extremely offended to hear these young people say something > > like, "Yo, motherfucker! You get your dick wet with that skank heathen ho > > you been scopin' out at the laudromat? I did. Here, I'll let you smell > > my fuckin' finger if you blow me, brother Samuel." > > Well, that's all fine and dandy, but what's the proper conduct in a > Mormon biker bar? Mormon Biker bar, eh? What, with leather chaps and shit with white shirts and ties and Mormon biker chicks dancin' around exposing their "special underwear" for the leering eyes of all to see, that kinda thing? Good question. I'm thinkin' it'd be a really hoppin' party heaven on Earth, it would! Donny and Marie blarin' on the jukebox. All well-water drinks, half off--plus ten percent, of course. Free refills on all decaffinated brewed beverages. The smell of Ovaltine wafting throughout as hip young Mormons sit around discussin' Joseph Smith whilst suckin' down cold seven up after cold seven up chasin' 'em back with frozen orange juice spritzers whilst rebel Mormons are in the back chuggin' Diet Dr. Peppers and snortin' chopped up Alka Seltzers with a rolled up hundred dollar bill with two fivers taped to it... Yeah! My kinda place! ML