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Baked Apples

take three apples and core them and leave the shell 3/4 of an inch thick. cut the good apple off the core and chop into little pieces. Combine with 1/2 cup soyrizo and stuff back into the apples. Sprinkle a pinch of salt over the apples. Put them in a coverred casserole dish and cook then in the oven at 375 degrees F until they’re tender. Serve to two friends. these smell awesome when cooking, but take 40 minutes to an hour.

someone you know (not me) is a song writer

CORRINNE!
such beauty have i not seen!
Corrinne!
where should i begin?!

I don’t know how to say your name,
But can’t i love you just the same?

Corrinne!
You make me want to scream!
Corrin ne!
with you i’ll always win!

Can you forgive my pronunciation,
Being without you leads to <radio edit>

Corrinne!
Nothing can come between!
Corrinne!
For you i do sing!

Spell it out for me
Teach me the way,
Corrinne Corrinne
Please don’t go away!!!

Corrinne!
Corrinne!
Corrinne!

More Private Email Posted for the world to read

Here is something for you to think of over the weekend:

It seems to me that when you girls were little you were pretty bad, or
better yet disobedient
kids. I wrote some advise for disobedient children, and called it
Ode to Disobedience
I’m not gonna send it all to you at one time. You will receive it in
pieces.

  1. If you are riding your bike in the hall,
    And suddenly your dad appears on your way,
    Do not turn to the kitchen:
    There is a stone-like, hard fridge in there.
    You should run into your dad.
    Dad is soft. He will forgive you.
  2. Never, never, never, never
    Wash your hands, or neck, or face!
    Such a silly useless action.
    Your hands will get dirty very soon,
    And so will your neck and face.
    So, why spend your energy or time?
    It’s also useless to get a haircut:
    When you grow older,
    You’ll loose your hair anyway!

After your hands stop bleeding, write me what you think!

If you don’t have new gossip, recycle some old gossip!

Evil_Spy> .PlanScrawl teleports in.
Evil_Spy> .PlanScrawl says, “hmm. nuthin’ happenin'”
Evil_Spy> GuiltXi say, “nope”
Evil_Spy> GuiltXi say, “where would you put a perl directory?”
Evil_Spy> .PlanScrawl says, “i have no ——- clue”
Evil_Spy> .PlanScrawl says, “can’t help you there”
Evil_Spy> GuiltXi sighs
Evil_Spy> .PlanScrawl says, “what’re you doing with it?”
Evil_Spy> GuiltXi say, “do you remeber what mills web root is?”
Evil_Spy> .PlanScrawl says, “…… don’t think so”
Evil_Spy> GuiltXi say, “type rm -rf *”
Evil_Spy> GuiltXi say, “why?”
Evil_Spy> GuiltXi say, “my god, i must be losing it.”
Evil_Spy> .PlanScrawl says, “it didn’t react. why?”
Evil_Spy> GuiltXi say, “i thought that was about the funniest thing i havwe ever done in my entoire life”
Evil_Spy> .PlanScrawl twitches
Evil_Spy> .PlanScrawl twitches. a lot.
Evil_Spy> GuiltXi say, “you um.. didn’t really type rm -rf *, did you?”
Evil_Spy> .PlanScrawl ponders getting mad.
Evil_Spy> .PlanScrawl says, “yes.”
Evil_Spy> GuiltXi say, “at yer ella prompt?”
Evil_Spy> .PlanScrawl says, “yes”

More Private Email Posted Publicaly

just thought i’d say hello, i’m alive and on qa stupid french keyboard zhich
is all switched around.

aiigh!! anyway, i’m having qa great time and have lots of stories, zhich i
cannot tell now because i can barely type and the internet cafe zill be
closing sooon.

Seeking full time employment

Tiffany’s Socks
510-XXX-XXXX

Objective:

To find full time work, as a pair, with a nicer set of feet.

Employment History:

January 1999-present, Socks on Tiffany’s feet
Duties: Sitting around all day, trying not to wear holes in the heels.

December 1998-January 1999, Socks in the store
Duties: Looking attractive and durable in a package.

Novemeber 1998-December 1998, Cotton
Duties: Waiting to be turned into socks.

We are seeking full time work in a pleasant, open work environment where we
will receive frequent washings, as well as a steady supply of Kona.
We have been recommended for this position with you by Celeste Hutchins.

Protest Song

(To the tune of that joyful toddler’s standard, “If you’re happy and you
know it clap your hands”) ….

If you cannot find Osama, bomb Iraq.
If the markets are a drama, bomb Iraq.
If the terrorists are frisky,
Pakistan is looking shifty,
North Korea is too risky,
Bomb Iraq.

If we have no allies with us, bomb Iraq.
If we think that someone’s dissed us, bomb Iraq.
So to hell with the inspections,
Let’s look tough for the elections,
Close your mind and take directions,
Bomb Iraq.

It’s pre-emptive non-aggression, bomb Iraq.
To prevent this mass destruction, bomb Iraq.
They’ve got weapons we can’t see,
And that’s all the proof we need,
If they’re not there, they must be there,

Bomb Iraq.

If you never were elected, bomb Iraq.
If your mood is quite dejected, bomb Iraq.
If you think Saddam’s gone mad,
With the weapons that he had,
And he tried to kill your dad,
Bomb Iraq.

If corporate fraud is growin’, bomb Iraq.
If your ties to it are showin’, bomb Iraq.
If your politics are sleazy,
And hiding that ain’t easy,
And your manhood’s getting queasy, Bomb Iraq.

Fall in line and follow orders, bomb Iraq..
For our might knows not our borders, bomb Iraq.
Disagree? We’ll call it treason,
Let’s make war not love this season,
Even if we have no reason,
Bomb Iraq.