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Please send me a private email.

mcp6453, <>, the low-necked, sand-blind intestine, and
broke financial analyst, reprimanded:


> Please send me a private email.

Real meaning: "Please contact me for some e-mail boylove."

* wrote:
> mcp6453, <>, the low-necked, sand-blind
> intestine, and broke financial analyst, reprimanded:
>
>
>> Please send me a private email.
>
> Real meaning: "Please contact me for some e-mail boylove."


Plato:

o/~~
<|
/\

Leigh Knox-Ux, <>, the mince-faced, four-footed
terrorist, and traveling salesman, retched:

> * wrote:
>> mcp6453, <>, the low-necked, sand-blind
>> intestine, and broke financial analyst, reprimanded:
>>
>>
>>> Please send me a private email.
>>
>> Real meaning: "Please contact me for some e-mail boylove."
>
>
> Plato:
>
> o/~~
> <|
> /\

Somebody should work on one of those that depicts a thieving ****.

--
For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down
in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived
it. There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which
are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely
impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas
how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the
bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points
of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of
dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem,
is but a dream within a dream.

mcp6453 wrote:
>
> Please send me a private email.

sent

Plato wrote:
> mcp6453 wrote:
>>
>> Please send me a private email.
>
> sent

Real meaning: "Yes, I would love to contact you for some e-mail boylove."

--
I am the **** in the gene pool.

Lord Gazwad of Grantham wrote:
> Leigh Knox-Ux, <>, the mince-faced,
> four-footed terrorist, and traveling salesman, retched:
>
>> * wrote:
>>> mcp6453, <>, the low-necked, sand-blind
>>> intestine, and broke financial analyst, reprimanded:
>>>
>>>
>>>> Please send me a private email.
>>>
>>> Real meaning: "Please contact me for some e-mail boylove."
>>
>>
>> Plato:
>>
>> o/~~
>> <|
>> /\
>
> Somebody should work on one of those that depicts a thieving ****.


Looks like this guy already has:

http://www.asciiartfarts.com/20040918.html

Dana Plato died quite a few years ago... she ain't sending anyone,
anything....


"mcp6453" <> wrote in message
news:ZH85e.31173$ om...
> Please send me a private email.
>

This sig is the equivalent to taking a bath in Aqua Velva....

Can you say, "Short and sweet"?

> --
> For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down
> in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived
> it. There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which
> are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely
> impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas
> how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the
> bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points
> of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of
> dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem,
> is but a dream within a dream.
>
>
>
>
>

Buckaroo Banzai, <>, the raped, repulsive parrot, and
person employed to make shoelace holes, pecked:

> This sig is the equivalent to taking a bath in Aqua Velva....
>
> Can you say, "Short and sweet"?
>

Which signature?

--
For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down
in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived
it. There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which
are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely
impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas
how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the
bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points
of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of
dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem,
is but a dream within a dream.