Saturday, May 31, 2003
A 21-year-old rookie cop stumbles across a drunken hillbilly "terrorist" and John Ashcroft takes a victory lap...
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In a quiet end to one of the most intense manhunts in the nation's history, Eric Rudolph, the fugitive charged with the fatal bombing at the 1996 Olympics, was arrested by a rookie police officer as he lurked behind a store in a remote mountain town in western North Carolina.
Federal authorities said Rudolph appeared to be homeless when Officer J. S. Postell, 21, confronted him in the small town of Murphy, N.C. about 4:30 a.m. Worried that he might try to break into a business, Postell arrested him. "I did not have a clue" who he was, Postell said.
"This sends a clear message that we will never cease in our efforts to hunt down all terrorists, foreign or domestic, and stop them from harming the innocent," Attorney General John Ashcroft said in a statement."
posted at 2:48 PM
Tuesday, May 27, 2003
posted at 4:04 PM
For healthy livin it iz well important to be able to eat quite a nice meal with
your bruvvas and poojies.
Dis is why i propose a fatty boom boom supper for tonight.
Checkit: For all of the massive batties who show up (respec), you will enjoy
some terrific starters. Cheeses and meats and vechtables, maybe even a little
erb of de monf-itz really tasty.
Dis week the erb of the monf is a tie between Afghan Talibanga and Nepalese
Traincrash. booyakah.
De perfect drink dat i would reccomend to accompany it iz sumfin called
wine-which iz a cocktail de ingredientz of which r secret, and dere are only 2
people in de world who know de recipe and dey aint even allowed to fly on de
same plane. Dat is a true story.
For de main course u will look no furver dan de reenie house specialities-de
stuffed tomatoes and peppers and de spinach lasagna. dees dishes have really
become quite famous around de whole area.
Dere is a lot off crap written about food. For hexample, it iz said dat, 'u iz
wot you eat'. Well, if dat iz right, we is all be drinking from the good foodie
cup come tomorrow. reconize.
Den after dat, we can settle down for a nice refreshin bifta.
i hope u has enjoyed readin dis email much more dan i has enjoyed writin it-it
is been a fuckin hassle.
-- reenie g.
posted at 3:59 PM
posted at 3:57 PM
it is only remotely horrifying to see photographs of oneself the first thing
in the morning; even still, these are better than a pic of a German actress
who vaguely resembles a thirty-years-from-now me, with fam. Friendster is
so strangely sincere, like a bizarre forum for sincerity and kindness. Even
the joshing about and nastiness has underpinnings of heartfelt appreciation.
I've never seen anything like it.
-- ST
posted at 3:48 PM
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posted at 3:43 PM
"I Saw Your Mommy" by Suicidal Tendencies
Yesterday, as I went out of the house
I saw a body lying down quiet as a mouse
Lying face down in the sewer
I got up closer and realized that I knew her
All her organs coming from her inside
Slashed up skin sliced up hide
Turned her over and saw the tire tracks on her head
That's when I realized she was dead
I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead
I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead
Twisted body chopped off feet
Her body was minced meat
Bugs crawling on her arms
She's dead, can't do no harm
Gnarled up legs, broken and bent
Her last breath has been spent
I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead
I watched her as she bled
Chewed off toes on her chopped off feet
I took a picture cause I thought it was neat
But the thing I like seeing the best
Was the rodents using her hair as a nest
I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead
I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead
I saw your mommy nnd your mommy's dead
I saw her lying in a pool of red
I think it's the greatest thing I'll ever see
Your dead mommy lying in front of me
I'll always remember her lying dead on the floor
I hope she dies twenty times more
I saw your mommy and your mommy is dead
I saw your mommy and your mommy is dead
posted at 1:01 PM
Huh!
I'm outta luck, outta love
Gotta photograph, picture of
Passion killer, you're too much
You're the only one I wanna touch
I see your face every time I dream
On every page, every magazine
So wild so free so far from me
You're all I want, my fantasy
Oh!
Look what you've done to this rock'n'roll clown
Oh Oh!
Look what you've done
(Photograph)
I don't want your
(Photograph)
I don't need your
(Photograph)
All I've got is a photograph
But it's not enough
I'd be your lover, if you were there
Put your hurt on me, if you dare
Such a woman, you got style
You make every man feel like a child
Oh
You got some kinda hold on me
You're all wrapped up in mystery
So wild so free so far from me
You're all I want, my fantasy
Oh!
Look what you've done to this rock'n'roll clown
Oh Oh!
Look what you've done
I gotta have you
(Photograph)
I don't want your
(Photograph)
I don't need your
(Photograph)
All I've got is a photograph
You've gone straight to my head
Oh!
Look what you've done to this rock'n'roll clown
Oh Oh!
Look what you've done
I gotta have you
(Photograph)
I don't want your
(Photograph)
I don't need your
(Photograph)
All I've got is a photograph
I wanna touch you
Oh!
(Photograph)
(Photograph)
Your photograph
(Photograph)
(Photograph)
It's time you brought one to me
(Photograph)
I wanna know
(Photograph)
I wanna know
(Photograph)
Oh I wanna know
(Photograph)
I wanna touch
(Photograph)
(Photograph)
posted at 12:52 PM
posted at 4:10 AM
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