From montandon@juno.com Mon Apr 30 11:52:54 2001
Date: Sat, 31 Mar 2001 03:52:03 -0800
From: Kurt Montandon <montandon@juno.com>
Newsgroups: rec.arts.sf.written.robert-jordan
Subject: Re: TAN:  Ethical/moral question..."The Sopranos"

On Thu, 29 Mar 2001 13:00:38 -0500, mloy@iupui.edu (Mark Loy) wrote:

>I'm not god damned yet.
>
>Just god shunned, is all.


Hmmm.  I think your memory's slipping there, big guy.  Drawing upon
the Holy Book of Loy, Chapter X, starting at verse 12, we see: 


"...and the Loy did go down on the village, driving his ass with a
rod, 13. so that he might know the people, and know them well.
	14. And he came to the village, and the village likewise came.
15. And the daughters they came to know him, and the wives, and the 
herds in the fields, like _though_ he was a shepard.  16. The Loy
looked upon all, and saw that it was well, and so stayed, and stayed
in.
	17. But there _came_ a prophet then to the village, by foot
for he had no ass,  nor rod with which to strike his ass or any
other's ass.  He was not mounted, 18. for he came on foot.  And he saw
the Loy, and spake unto the village, 19. "This is an evil man, for he
will come to you in the night, and probably in the morning, and then
come again, 20. like a thief in the night, especially like those panty
stealing perverts, 21. and you will know him by his wet spot, for he
is the Loy."
	22. The Loy but laughed greatly, thumping _his_ rod upon the
ground as he sat upon his ass, 23. and spake unto the prophet of the
Lord, "Do I make you horny baby? Yeah? Do I? Do I make you _randy_,
baby?"
	24. And the prophet _swore_ unto him, "Forever, Loy, shall you
be damned, 25. for you are a pestilence in the eyes of the Lord.  You
are like _unto_ the crotch rot in New Orleans during Mardi Gras, 26.
cursed by all alike as _though_ a leaking condom at Fort Lauderdale
whence Spring Break dost jiggle near, 27. cast away as the dead
nine-volt batteries of the Orofice Octopus eight-headed vibrator after
six nights of marmalade enhanced fun.  
	"28. Damned, that thou shalt writhe in the dust on thy belly
like a bitch, 29.  damned and thou shalt know pain in child birth ten
times greater than before, once your wife finds out you knocked up the
babysitter - yeah, that's gonna _hurt_, motherfucker, she's gonna slap
you around, boy.  30. Yea, you are damned by Lord so thou shall go
limp like a dead snake, 31. and the pharmacist shall cast you back
though you plead for Viagara, _back_ to eternal torment."
	32. And the Loy did weep, and gnash some more poontang, and
garbed himself in sack-cloth and _ashes_, 33. but verily that sucked,
so he went back in latex and marshmallow cream..."


Yup.

Sorry, but you're officially God damned.



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Kurt Montandon