There's this anarchist/discordian/clown/schizophrenic named Dr.
DingleBoulder (cuz he's more full of shit than a dingleberry, dontcha
know) who kept ignoring our hints to go bathe. Granted, it was January
and the temp was steadily in the 20s and the lake was... a bit cold. (:
But the rest of us at TeaTime (the kitchen where I mostly live at the
gatherings when I go) had had it with his fondness of his funk. So one
day, as he was happily ingesting about 3 grams of mushrooms, I and 3 other
pretty blonde hippie chicks lured him to the kitchen hammock and proceeded
to whisper pretty things to him, enchanting him with our sparkly promises
of a lovely time in the hammock. We'd rigged it up just right, and in
seconds, he was bound wrists and ankles to the hammock. From that point,
we used a swiss army knife to cut his clothes completely off and washed
him head to toe with Lava soap and brillo pads. He screamed, begged,
pleaded and even resorted to telling us that we were washing away living
creatures that depended on his funk for life (of course we knew this
already). Doc bathes a LOT more regularly nowdays. (:
So, nope, it ain't a joke, but it sure is funny as hell sometimes! (;
Cynthia J. Dale
Red Hat, Inc.
On Tue, 30 Nov 1999, David Crook wrote:
> Date: Tue, 30 Nov 1999 12:28:07 -0800
> From: David Crook <firstname.lastname@example.org>
> To: Cynthia Dale <email@example.com>
> Cc: Jesse <firstname.lastname@example.org>, Balachander Krishnamurthy <email@example.com>,
> Subject: Re: ee.soap.old.info.non-std
> This is not a joking matter.
> MORRISON, CO--The music world was shaken by tragedy Sunday night when
> members of the popular rock band Phish collapsed on stage after being
> overcome by the stench of concert-goers during a show at the Red Rocks
> Amphitheater 20 miles outside Denver.
> At 11:13 AM 11/30/99 -0500, Cynthia Dale wrote:
> >What's soap?
> >a hippie girl
> >Cynthia J. Dale
> >Technical Engineer
> >Red Hat, Inc.
> David Crook - firstname.lastname@example.org
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