**********WORST DAY OF MY LIFE*******

These are the events that occurred yesterday, October 13th, "Columbus Day", the worst day of my life:

I woke up early, to "hit the pavement" as they say, and was out the door by Noon. All was going well–so far. I went to the local shopping mart to get some lunch and cash some checks (no questions, please). I had to cash too checks, won for the amount of $50.00, and the other for $25 (that’s a grande total of $75.00!). So I get to the bank and find out it’s closed. CLOSED! DAMMIT!! IT’S COLUMBUS DAY. I forgot–bankers and postal workers get a day off of work because some greasy wop invented the meatball. WHOOPDY-FUCKIN’-DOO. Thanks a lot, Columbus, now I don’t have any cash. This was a minor impedance but I was not too put off, as I still had my lunch to look forward to.

Yay! Soup and Sandwich–my favourite! I first went to the Deli station, (located along the back wall, near the stairs and the loading docks) to get my sandwich. Now, I normally get the "Italian Combo," (mmmm, good) but I thought today I would branch out and try the turkey. It looked good and I never tried it before, so I picked it up and merrily went about getting my soup.

I made my way over to the Soup/Salad station in the centre of the shopping mart. I eagerly anticipated seeing what the Soup of the Day would be. So I get there and read the sign over the soup carafe, and it said "Paul Revere Chili." What the frick? I don’t know who the Hell Paul Revere is, but I do know CHILI IS NOT SOUP! HAS EVERYWON GONE NUTS? AM I THE ONLY WON WITH SENSE ANY MORE? I remained extremely miffed for a moment, but I am an open-minded guy, so I thought I would try this "soup."
I wanted to pick up a few things before checking out, so I browsed for a few moments. I went to the chips aisle and was about to grab a bag of "Andy Capps" when I began noticing a smell–a horrible, horrible smell. I had no idea what it was, or where it was coming from, but it seemed like every where I went, it was there. I smelled like somewon had spilt a bucket of Witch-hazel and Pepto-Bismal. Smelling this was making me extremely upset. I couldn’t take it any more. I had to check out. I got in the checkout lane, and there was that smell again. WHAT THE HELL?! I look around and realize it was the guy behind me. He had been following me in the chip aisle when I first smelt it. NOW HE’S BEHIND ME WHILST I CHECK OUT. GEE-WHIZ, WHAT A DAY!!!!1

On my way back, I saw a couple of goth kids moping around in an adjacent parking lot. I was stopped in traffic for half an eon, (you’d think on a holiday, people would be home celebrating instead of out clogging the roads and pissing me off, BUT NO.) Then, as the traffic picked up, I look over out my window and see those Goth kids again–only now they’re riding a bike. GOTH KIDS DON’T RIDE BIKES!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? HAS THE WHOLE WORLD LOST HIS HEAD???

I get back, eat my "soup" (it was "okay") and proceeded to open my sandwich. I get it open, only to realize it was not a turkey sandwich at all–IT WAS A TURKEY *WRAP*. For those of you who don’t know what a "wrap" is, it’s a sandwich made out of some kind of flat bread, like a pita, or a fajita, or something–whatever it’s called, it’s basically baked glue. It was horrible. And I looked inside…IT WAS FILLED WITH CHEESE. "BLECCH." a HUGE quivering glob of American cheese. I tried to pull my sandwich open to remove the offensive slab of crap, but the "wrap" was stuck to the meat, which, in turn, was stuck to the cheese. It ripped every time I tried to pull it open. I finally got it apart and had to wipe the cheese off with a knife (that’s kind of consistancy we’re talking about here, folks) and got it back together. I took won bite and it still tasted like cheese. I removed it, but the "essence" was still there, I guess (?) and alls I could taste was American cheese, bitter lettuce, and baked glue. IT MAKES ME ANGRY JUST TO THINK ABOUT IT. It was either eat the sandwich or throw it away and waste my money. I ate the whole FUCKING SANDWICH. MY DAY WAS NOW COMPLETELY RUINED!!!!!@!!!

So to sum up, this was the worst day of my life.

Yours in love,
Wavy G.

These are the events that occurred yesterday, October 13th, "Columbus

the worst day of my life:

I woke up early, to "hit the pavement" as they say, and was out the door

Noon. All was going well–so far. I went to the local shopping mart to

some lunch and cash some checks (no questions, please). I had to cash too checks, won for the amount of $50.00, and the other for $25 (that’s a

total of $75.00!). So I get to the bank and find out it’s closed.

DAMMIT!! IT’S COLUMBUS DAY. I forgot–bankers and postal workers get a

off of work because some greasy wop invented the meatball. WHOOPDY-FUCKIN’-DOO. Thanks a lot, Columbus, now I don’t have any cash. This was a minor impedance but I was not too put off, as I still had my lunch to look forward to.

Yay! Soup and Sandwich–my favourite! I first went to the Deli station, (located along the back wall, near the stairs and the loading docks) to

my sandwich. Now, I normally get the "Italian Combo," (mmmm, good) but I thought today I would branch out and try the turkey. It looked good and I never tried it before, so I picked it up and merrily went about getting my soup.

I made my way over to the Soup/Salad station in the centre of the shopping mart. I eagerly anticipated seeing what the Soup of the Day would be. So

get there and read the sign over the soup carafe, and it said "Paul Revere Chili." What the frick? I don’t know who the Hell Paul Revere is, but I

know CHILI IS NOT SOUP! HAS EVERYWON GONE NUTS? AM I THE ONLY WON WITH SENSE ANY MORE? I remained extremely miffed for a moment, but I am an open-minded guy, so I thought I would try this "soup."
I wanted to pick up a few things before checking out, so I browsed for a

moments. I went to the chips aisle and was about to grab a bag of "Andy Capps" when I began noticing a smell–a horrible, horrible smell. I had

idea what it was, or where it was coming from, but it seemed like every where I went, it was there. I smelled like somewon had spilt a bucket of Witch-hazel and Pepto-Bismal. Smelling this was making me extremely

I couldn’t take it any more. I had to check out. I got in the checkout lane, and there was that smell again. WHAT THE HELL?! I look around and realize it was the guy behind me. He had been following me in the chip aisle when I first smelt it. NOW HE’S BEHIND ME WHILST I CHECK OUT. GEE-WHIZ, WHAT A DAY!!!!1

On my way back, I saw a couple of goth kids moping around in an adjacent parking lot. I was stopped in traffic for half an eon, (you’d think on a holiday, people would be home celebrating instead of out clogging the

and pissing me off, BUT NO.) Then, as the traffic picked up, I look over out my window and see those Goth kids again–only now they’re riding a

GOTH KIDS DON’T RIDE BIKES!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? HAS THE WHOLE WORLD LOST HIS HEAD???

I get back, eat my "soup" (it was "okay") and proceeded to open my

I get it open, only to realize it was not a turkey sandwich at all–IT WAS

TURKEY *WRAP*. For those of you who don’t know what a "wrap" is, it’s a sandwich made out of some kind of flat bread, like a pita, or a fajita, or something–whatever it’s called, it’s basically baked glue. It was horrible. And I looked inside…IT WAS FILLED WITH CHEESE. "BLECCH." a HUGE quivering glob of American cheese. I tried to pull my sandwich open

remove the offensive slab of crap, but the "wrap" was stuck to the meat, which, in turn, was stuck to the cheese. It ripped every time I tried to pull it open. I finally got it apart and had to wipe the cheese off with

knife (that’s kind of consistancy we’re talking about here, folks) and got it back together. I took won bite and it still tasted like cheese. I removed it, but the "essence" was still there, I guess (?) and alls I

taste was American cheese, bitter lettuce, and baked glue. IT MAKES ME ANGRY JUST TO THINK ABOUT IT. It was either eat the sandwich or throw it away and waste my money. I ate the whole FUCKING SANDWICH. MY DAY WAS

COMPLETELY RUINED!!!!!@!!!

So to sum up, this was the worst day of my life.

Yours in love,
Wavy G.

that was great. thatd be a good day for me. at least you got to eat.

I know it may be wrong, but I’m in love with tedros’s mom.

that was great. thatd be a good day for me. at least you got to eat.

Well I’m glad you all enjoyed it so much. I’m sure it was sooo funny to

hearing about the worst day of my life. Tell me, do you often laugh at other people’s misery?

Damnb, I’d hate to think what kind of a uproarious laughter would be generated if somewon I knew died or something.

On Tue, 14 Oct 2003 23:13:02 GMT, (Wavy
G) wrote:

These are the events that occurred yesterday, October 13th, "Columbus Day", the worst day of my life:

I woke up early, to "hit the pavement" as they say, and was out the door by Noon. All was going well–so far. I went to the local shopping mart to get some lunch and cash some checks (no questions, please). I had to cash too checks, won for the amount of $50.00, and the other for $25 (that’s a grande total of $75.00!). So I get to the bank and find out it’s closed. CLOSED! DAMMIT!! IT’S COLUMBUS DAY. I forgot–bankers and postal workers get a day off of work because some greasy wop invented the meatball. WHOOPDY-FUCKIN’-DOO. Thanks a lot, Columbus, now I don’t have any cash. This was a minor impedance but I was not too put off, as I still had my lunch to look forward to.

Yay! Soup and Sandwich–my favourite! I first went to the Deli station, (located along the back wall, near the stairs and the loading docks) to get my sandwich. Now, I normally get the "Italian Combo," (mmmm, good) but I thought today I would branch out and try the turkey. It looked good and I never tried it before, so I picked it up and merrily went about getting my soup.

I made my way over to the Soup/Salad station in the centre of the shopping mart. I eagerly anticipated seeing what the Soup of the Day would be. So I get there and read the sign over the soup carafe, and it said "Paul Revere Chili." What the frick? I don’t know who the Hell Paul Revere is, but I do know CHILI IS NOT SOUP! HAS EVERYWON GONE NUTS? AM I THE ONLY WON WITH SENSE ANY MORE? I remained extremely miffed for a moment, but I am an open-minded guy, so I thought I would try this "soup."
I wanted to pick up a few things before checking out, so I browsed for a few moments. I went to the chips aisle and was about to grab a bag of "Andy Capps" when I began noticing a smell–a horrible, horrible smell. I had no idea what it was, or where it was coming from, but it seemed like every where I went, it was there. I smelled like somewon had spilt a bucket of Witch-hazel and Pepto-Bismal. Smelling this was making me extremely upset. I couldn’t take it any more. I had to check out. I got in the checkout lane, and there was that smell again. WHAT THE HELL?! I look around and realize it was the guy behind me. He had been following me in the chip aisle when I first smelt it. NOW HE’S BEHIND ME WHILST I CHECK OUT. GEE-WHIZ, WHAT A DAY!!!!1

On my way back, I saw a couple of goth kids moping around in an adjacent parking lot. I was stopped in traffic for half an eon, (you’d think on a holiday, people would be home celebrating instead of out clogging the roads and pissing me off, BUT NO.) Then, as the traffic picked up, I look over out my window and see those Goth kids again–only now they’re riding a bike. GOTH KIDS DON’T RIDE BIKES!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? HAS THE WHOLE WORLD LOST HIS HEAD???

I get back, eat my "soup" (it was "okay") and proceeded to open my sandwich. I get it open, only to realize it was not a turkey sandwich at all–IT WAS A TURKEY *WRAP*. For those of you who don’t know what a "wrap" is, it’s a sandwich made out of some kind of flat bread, like a pita, or a fajita, or something–whatever it’s called, it’s basically baked glue. It was horrible. And I looked inside…IT WAS FILLED WITH CHEESE. "BLECCH." a HUGE quivering glob of American cheese. I tried to pull my sandwich open to remove the offensive slab of crap, but the "wrap" was stuck to the meat, which, in turn, was stuck to the cheese. It ripped every time I tried to pull it open. I finally got it apart and had to wipe the cheese off with a knife (that’s kind of consistancy we’re talking about here, folks) and got it back together. I took won bite and it still tasted like cheese. I removed it, but the "essence" was still there, I guess (?) and alls I could taste was American cheese, bitter lettuce, and baked glue. IT MAKES ME ANGRY JUST TO THINK ABOUT IT. It was either eat the sandwich or throw it away and waste my money. I ate the whole FUCKING SANDWICH. MY DAY WAS NOW COMPLETELY RUINED!!!!!@!!!

So to sum up, this was the worst day of my life.

Yours in love,
Wavy G.

and what the hell has any of this got to do with photoshop????
//տ

If this event is true, the poster never heard of ATMs?

Vince
Take out words goodguy to e-mail

I know it may be wrong, but I’m in love with DosBoss57’s mom.

On Tue, 14 Oct 2003 23:13:02 GMT, (Wavy
G) wrote:

These are the events that occurred yesterday, October 13th, "Columbus

the worst day of my life:

I woke up early, to "hit the pavement" as they say, and was out the door

Noon. All was going well–so far. I went to the local shopping mart to

some lunch and cash some checks (no questions, please). I had to cash

checks, won for the amount of $50.00, and the other for $25 (that’s a

total of $75.00!). So I get to the bank and find out it’s closed.

DAMMIT!! IT’S COLUMBUS DAY. I forgot–bankers and postal workers get a

off of work because some greasy wop invented the meatball. WHOOPDY-FUCKIN’-DOO. Thanks a lot, Columbus, now I don’t have any cash. This was a minor impedance but I was not too put off, as I still had my lunch to look forward to.

Yay! Soup and Sandwich–my favourite! I first went to the Deli

(located along the back wall, near the stairs and the loading docks) to

my sandwich. Now, I normally get the "Italian Combo," (mmmm, good) but

thought today I would branch out and try the turkey. It looked good and

never tried it before, so I picked it up and merrily went about getting

soup.

I made my way over to the Soup/Salad station in the centre of the

mart. I eagerly anticipated seeing what the Soup of the Day would be.

get there and read the sign over the soup carafe, and it said "Paul

Chili." What the frick? I don’t know who the Hell Paul Revere is, but

know CHILI IS NOT SOUP! HAS EVERYWON GONE NUTS? AM I THE ONLY WON WITH SENSE ANY MORE? I remained extremely miffed for a moment, but I am an open-minded guy, so I thought I would try this "soup."
I wanted to pick up a few things before checking out, so I browsed for a

moments. I went to the chips aisle and was about to grab a bag of "Andy Capps" when I began noticing a smell–a horrible, horrible smell. I had

idea what it was, or where it was coming from, but it seemed like every where I went, it was there. I smelled like somewon had spilt a bucket

Witch-hazel and Pepto-Bismal. Smelling this was making me extremely

I couldn’t take it any more. I had to check out. I got in the checkout lane, and there was that smell again. WHAT THE HELL?! I look around

realize it was the guy behind me. He had been following me in the chip aisle when I first smelt it. NOW HE’S BEHIND ME WHILST I CHECK OUT. GEE-WHIZ, WHAT A DAY!!!!1

On my way back, I saw a couple of goth kids moping around in an adjacent parking lot. I was stopped in traffic for half an eon, (you’d think on

holiday, people would be home celebrating instead of out clogging the

and pissing me off, BUT NO.) Then, as the traffic picked up, I look

out my window and see those Goth kids again–only now they’re riding a

GOTH KIDS DON’T RIDE BIKES!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? HAS THE WHOLE WORLD LOST HIS HEAD???

I get back, eat my "soup" (it was "okay") and proceeded to open my

I get it open, only to realize it was not a turkey sandwich at all–IT

TURKEY *WRAP*. For those of you who don’t know what a "wrap" is, it’s a sandwich made out of some kind of flat bread, like a pita, or a fajita,

something–whatever it’s called, it’s basically baked glue. It was horrible. And I looked inside…IT WAS FILLED WITH CHEESE. "BLECCH."

HUGE quivering glob of American cheese. I tried to pull my sandwich

remove the offensive slab of crap, but the "wrap" was stuck to the meat, which, in turn, was stuck to the cheese. It ripped every time I tried

pull it open. I finally got it apart and had to wipe the cheese off

knife (that’s kind of consistancy we’re talking about here, folks) and

it back together. I took won bite and it still tasted like cheese. I removed it, but the "essence" was still there, I guess (?) and alls I

taste was American cheese, bitter lettuce, and baked glue. IT MAKES ME ANGRY JUST TO THINK ABOUT IT. It was either eat the sandwich or throw

away and waste my money. I ate the whole FUCKING SANDWICH. MY DAY WAS

COMPLETELY RUINED!!!!!@!!!

So to sum up, this was the worst day of my life.

Yours in love,
Wavy G.

and what the hell has any of this got to do with photoshop????
//տ

These are the events that occurred yesterday, October 13th, "Columbus Day", the worst day of my life:

"Wavy G" wrote in message

I know it may be wrong, but I’m in love with DosBoss57’s mom.

On Tue, 14 Oct 2003 23:13:02 GMT, (Wavy
G) wrote:

These are the events that occurred yesterday, October 13th, "Columbus

Day",

the worst day of my life:

I woke up early, to "hit the pavement" as they say, and was out the door

by

Noon. All was going well–so far. I went to the local shopping mart to

get

some lunch and cash some checks (no questions, please). I had to cash

too

checks, won for the amount of $50.00, and the other for $25 (that’s a

grande

total of $75.00!). So I get to the bank and find out it’s closed.

CLOSED!

DAMMIT!! IT’S COLUMBUS DAY. I forgot–bankers and postal workers get a

day

off of work because some greasy wop invented the meatball. WHOOPDY-FUCKIN’-DOO. Thanks a lot, Columbus, now I don’t have any cash. This was a minor impedance but I was not too put off, as I still had my lunch to look forward to.

Yay! Soup and Sandwich–my favourite! I first went to the Deli

station,

(located along the back wall, near the stairs and the loading docks) to

get

my sandwich. Now, I normally get the "Italian Combo," (mmmm, good) but

I

thought today I would branch out and try the turkey. It looked good and

I

never tried it before, so I picked it up and merrily went about getting

my

soup.

I made my way over to the Soup/Salad station in the centre of the

shopping

mart. I eagerly anticipated seeing what the Soup of the Day would be.

So I

get there and read the sign over the soup carafe, and it said "Paul

Revere

Chili." What the frick? I don’t know who the Hell Paul Revere is, but

I do

know CHILI IS NOT SOUP! HAS EVERYWON GONE NUTS? AM I THE ONLY WON WITH SENSE ANY MORE? I remained extremely miffed for a moment, but I am an open-minded guy, so I thought I would try this "soup."
I wanted to pick up a few things before checking out, so I browsed for a

few

moments. I went to the chips aisle and was about to grab a bag of "Andy Capps" when I began noticing a smell–a horrible, horrible smell. I had

no

idea what it was, or where it was coming from, but it seemed like every where I went, it was there. I smelled like somewon had spilt a bucket

of

Witch-hazel and Pepto-Bismal. Smelling this was making me extremely

upset.

I couldn’t take it any more. I had to check out. I got in the checkout lane, and there was that smell again. WHAT THE HELL?! I look around

and

realize it was the guy behind me. He had been following me in the chip aisle when I first smelt it. NOW HE’S BEHIND ME WHILST I CHECK OUT. GEE-WHIZ, WHAT A DAY!!!!1

On my way back, I saw a couple of goth kids moping around in an adjacent parking lot. I was stopped in traffic for half an eon, (you’d think on

a

holiday, people would be home celebrating instead of out clogging the

roads

and pissing me off, BUT NO.) Then, as the traffic picked up, I look

over

out my window and see those Goth kids again–only now they’re riding a

bike.

GOTH KIDS DON’T RIDE BIKES!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? HAS THE WHOLE WORLD LOST HIS HEAD???

I get back, eat my "soup" (it was "okay") and proceeded to open my

sandwich.

I get it open, only to realize it was not a turkey sandwich at all–IT

WAS A

TURKEY *WRAP*. For those of you who don’t know what a "wrap" is, it’s a sandwich made out of some kind of flat bread, like a pita, or a fajita,

or

something–whatever it’s called, it’s basically baked glue. It was horrible. And I looked inside…IT WAS FILLED WITH CHEESE. "BLECCH."

a

HUGE quivering glob of American cheese. I tried to pull my sandwich

open to

remove the offensive slab of crap, but the "wrap" was stuck to the meat, which, in turn, was stuck to the cheese. It ripped every time I tried

to

pull it open. I finally got it apart and had to wipe the cheese off

with a

knife (that’s kind of consistancy we’re talking about here, folks) and

got

it back together. I took won bite and it still tasted like cheese. I removed it, but the "essence" was still there, I guess (?) and alls I

could

taste was American cheese, bitter lettuce, and baked glue. IT MAKES ME ANGRY JUST TO THINK ABOUT IT. It was either eat the sandwich or throw

it

away and waste my money. I ate the whole FUCKING SANDWICH. MY DAY WAS

NOW

COMPLETELY RUINED!!!!!@!!!

So to sum up, this was the worst day of my life.

Yours in love,
Wavy G.

and what the hell has any of this got to do with photoshop????
//տ

I know it may be wrong, but I’m in love with righter’s mom.

"Wavy G" wrote in message

I know it may be wrong, but I’m in love with DosBoss57’s mom.

On Tue, 14 Oct 2003 23:13:02 GMT, (Wavy
G) wrote:

These are the events that occurred yesterday, October 13th, "Columbus

Day",

the worst day of my life:

I woke up early, to "hit the pavement" as they say, and was out the

by

Noon. All was going well–so far. I went to the local shopping mart

get

some lunch and cash some checks (no questions, please). I had to

too

checks, won for the amount of $50.00, and the other for $25 (that’s a

grande

total of $75.00!). So I get to the bank and find out it’s closed.

CLOSED!

DAMMIT!! IT’S COLUMBUS DAY. I forgot–bankers and postal workers

day

off of work because some greasy wop invented the meatball. WHOOPDY-FUCKIN’-DOO. Thanks a lot, Columbus, now I don’t have any

This was a minor impedance but I was not too put off, as I still had

lunch to look forward to.

Yay! Soup and Sandwich–my favourite! I first went to the Deli

station,

(located along the back wall, near the stairs and the loading docks)

get

my sandwich. Now, I normally get the "Italian Combo," (mmmm, good)

I

thought today I would branch out and try the turkey. It looked good

I

never tried it before, so I picked it up and merrily went about

my

soup.

I made my way over to the Soup/Salad station in the centre of the

shopping

mart. I eagerly anticipated seeing what the Soup of the Day would

So I

get there and read the sign over the soup carafe, and it said "Paul

Revere

Chili." What the frick? I don’t know who the Hell Paul Revere is,

I do

know CHILI IS NOT SOUP! HAS EVERYWON GONE NUTS? AM I THE ONLY WON

SENSE ANY MORE? I remained extremely miffed for a moment, but I am

open-minded guy, so I thought I would try this "soup."
I wanted to pick up a few things before checking out, so I browsed

few

moments. I went to the chips aisle and was about to grab a bag of

Capps" when I began noticing a smell–a horrible, horrible smell. I

no

idea what it was, or where it was coming from, but it seemed like

where I went, it was there. I smelled like somewon had spilt a

of

Witch-hazel and Pepto-Bismal. Smelling this was making me extremely

upset.

I couldn’t take it any more. I had to check out. I got in the

lane, and there was that smell again. WHAT THE HELL?! I look around

and

realize it was the guy behind me. He had been following me in the

aisle when I first smelt it. NOW HE’S BEHIND ME WHILST I CHECK OUT. GEE-WHIZ, WHAT A DAY!!!!1

On my way back, I saw a couple of goth kids moping around in an

parking lot. I was stopped in traffic for half an eon, (you’d think

a

holiday, people would be home celebrating instead of out clogging the

roads

and pissing me off, BUT NO.) Then, as the traffic picked up, I look

over

out my window and see those Goth kids again–only now they’re riding

bike.

GOTH KIDS DON’T RIDE BIKES!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? HAS THE

WORLD LOST HIS HEAD???

I get back, eat my "soup" (it was "okay") and proceeded to open my

sandwich.

I get it open, only to realize it was not a turkey sandwich at

WAS A

TURKEY *WRAP*. For those of you who don’t know what a "wrap" is,

sandwich made out of some kind of flat bread, like a pita, or a

or

something–whatever it’s called, it’s basically baked glue. It was horrible. And I looked inside…IT WAS FILLED WITH CHEESE.

a

HUGE quivering glob of American cheese. I tried to pull my sandwich

open to

remove the offensive slab of crap, but the "wrap" was stuck to the

which, in turn, was stuck to the cheese. It ripped every time I

to

pull it open. I finally got it apart and had to wipe the cheese off

with a

knife (that’s kind of consistancy we’re talking about here, folks)

got

it back together. I took won bite and it still tasted like cheese.

removed it, but the "essence" was still there, I guess (?) and alls I

could

taste was American cheese, bitter lettuce, and baked glue. IT MAKES

ANGRY JUST TO THINK ABOUT IT. It was either eat the sandwich or

it

away and waste my money. I ate the whole FUCKING SANDWICH. MY DAY

NOW

COMPLETELY RUINED!!!!!@!!!

So to sum up, this was the worst day of my life.

Yours in love,
Wavy G.

and what the hell has any of this got to do with photoshop????
//տ

"Wavy G" wrote in message

I know it may be wrong, but I’m in love with righter’s mom.

You got your hands full with all those MILFs.

"Wavy G" wrote in message

I know it may be wrong, but I’m in love with DosBoss57’s mom.

On Tue, 14 Oct 2003 23:13:02 GMT, (Wavy
G) wrote:

These are the events that occurred yesterday, October 13th, "Columbus

Day",

the worst day of my life:

I woke up early, to "hit the pavement" as they say, and was out the

door

by

Noon. All was going well–so far. I went to the local shopping mart

to

get

some lunch and cash some checks (no questions, please). I had to

cash

too

checks, won for the amount of $50.00, and the other for $25 (that’s a

grande

total of $75.00!). So I get to the bank and find out it’s closed.

CLOSED!

DAMMIT!! IT’S COLUMBUS DAY. I forgot–bankers and postal workers

get a

day

off of work because some greasy wop invented the meatball. WHOOPDY-FUCKIN’-DOO. Thanks a lot, Columbus, now I don’t have any

cash.

This was a minor impedance but I was not too put off, as I still had

my

lunch to look forward to.

Yay! Soup and Sandwich–my favourite! I first went to the Deli

station,

(located along the back wall, near the stairs and the loading docks)

to

get

my sandwich. Now, I normally get the "Italian Combo," (mmmm, good)

but

I

thought today I would branch out and try the turkey. It looked good

and

I

never tried it before, so I picked it up and merrily went about

getting

my

soup.

I made my way over to the Soup/Salad station in the centre of the

shopping

mart. I eagerly anticipated seeing what the Soup of the Day would

be.

So I

get there and read the sign over the soup carafe, and it said "Paul

Revere

Chili." What the frick? I don’t know who the Hell Paul Revere is,

but

I do

know CHILI IS NOT SOUP! HAS EVERYWON GONE NUTS? AM I THE ONLY WON

WITH

SENSE ANY MORE? I remained extremely miffed for a moment, but I am

an

open-minded guy, so I thought I would try this "soup."
I wanted to pick up a few things before checking out, so I browsed

for a

few

moments. I went to the chips aisle and was about to grab a bag of

"Andy

Capps" when I began noticing a smell–a horrible, horrible smell. I

had

no

idea what it was, or where it was coming from, but it seemed like

every

where I went, it was there. I smelled like somewon had spilt a

bucket

of

Witch-hazel and Pepto-Bismal. Smelling this was making me extremely

upset.

I couldn’t take it any more. I had to check out. I got in the

checkout

lane, and there was that smell again. WHAT THE HELL?! I look around

and

realize it was the guy behind me. He had been following me in the

chip

aisle when I first smelt it. NOW HE’S BEHIND ME WHILST I CHECK OUT. GEE-WHIZ, WHAT A DAY!!!!1

On my way back, I saw a couple of goth kids moping around in an

adjacent

parking lot. I was stopped in traffic for half an eon, (you’d think

on

a

holiday, people would be home celebrating instead of out clogging the

roads

and pissing me off, BUT NO.) Then, as the traffic picked up, I look

over

out my window and see those Goth kids again–only now they’re riding

a

bike.

GOTH KIDS DON’T RIDE BIKES!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? HAS THE

WHOLE

WORLD LOST HIS HEAD???

I get back, eat my "soup" (it was "okay") and proceeded to open my

sandwich.

I get it open, only to realize it was not a turkey sandwich at

all–IT

WAS A

TURKEY *WRAP*. For those of you who don’t know what a "wrap" is,

it’s a

sandwich made out of some kind of flat bread, like a pita, or a

fajita,

or

something–whatever it’s called, it’s basically baked glue. It was horrible. And I looked inside…IT WAS FILLED WITH CHEESE.

"BLECCH."

a

HUGE quivering glob of American cheese. I tried to pull my sandwich

open to

remove the offensive slab of crap, but the "wrap" was stuck to the

meat,

which, in turn, was stuck to the cheese. It ripped every time I

tried

to

pull it open. I finally got it apart and had to wipe the cheese off

with a

knife (that’s kind of consistancy we’re talking about here, folks)

and

got

it back together. I took won bite and it still tasted like cheese.

I

removed it, but the "essence" was still there, I guess (?) and alls I

could

taste was American cheese, bitter lettuce, and baked glue. IT MAKES

ME

ANGRY JUST TO THINK ABOUT IT. It was either eat the sandwich or

throw

it

away and waste my money. I ate the whole FUCKING SANDWICH. MY DAY

WAS

NOW

COMPLETELY RUINED!!!!!@!!!

So to sum up, this was the worst day of my life.

Yours in love,
Wavy G.

and what the hell has any of this got to do with photoshop????
//տ

These are the events that occurred yesterday, October 13th, "Columbus

the worst day of my life:

I woke up early, to "hit the pavement" as they say, and was out the door

Noon. All was going well–so far. I went to the local shopping mart to

some lunch and cash some checks (no questions, please). I had to cash too checks, won for the amount of $50.00, and the other for $25 (that’s a

total of $75.00!). So I get to the bank and find out it’s closed.

DAMMIT!! IT’S COLUMBUS DAY. I forgot–bankers and postal workers get a

off of work because some greasy wop invented the meatball. WHOOPDY-FUCKIN’-DOO. Thanks a lot, Columbus, now I don’t have any cash.

This was a minor impedance but I was not too put off, as I still had my lunch to look forward to.

Yay! Soup and Sandwich–my favourite! I first went to the Deli station, (located along the back wall, near the stairs and the loading docks) to

my sandwich. Now, I normally get the "Italian Combo," (mmmm, good) but I thought today I would branch out and try the turkey. It looked good and I never tried it before, so I picked it up and merrily went about getting my soup.

I made my way over to the Soup/Salad station in the centre of the shopping mart. I eagerly anticipated seeing what the Soup of the Day would be. So

get there and read the sign over the soup carafe, and it said "Paul Revere Chili." What the frick? I don’t know who the Hell Paul Revere is, but I

know CHILI IS NOT SOUP!

SENSE ANY MORE?

open-minded guy, so I thought I would try this "soup."
I wanted to pick up a few things before checking out, so I browsed for a

moments. I went to the chips aisle and was about to grab a bag of "Andy Capps" when I began noticing a smell–a horrible, horrible smell. I had

idea what it was, or where it was coming from, but it seemed like every where I went, it was there. I smelled like somewon had spilt a bucket of Witch-hazel and Pepto-Bismal. Smelling this was making me extremely

I couldn’t take it any more. I had to check out. I got in the checkout lane, and there was that smell again. WHAT THE HELL?! I look around and realize it was the guy behind me. He had been following me in the chip aisle when I first smelt it. NOW HE’S BEHIND ME WHILST I CHECK OUT. GEE-WHIZ, WHAT A DAY!!!!1

On my way back, I saw a couple of goth kids moping around in an adjacent parking lot. I was stopped in traffic for half an eon, (you’d think on a holiday, people would be home celebrating instead of out clogging the

and pissing me off, BUT NO.) Then, as the traffic picked up, I look over out my window and see those Goth kids again–only now they’re riding a

GOTH KIDS DON’T RIDE BIKES!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? HAS THE WHOLE WORLD LOST HIS HEAD???

I get back, eat my "soup" (it was "okay") and proceeded to open my

I get it open, only to realize it was not a turkey sandwich at all–IT WAS

TURKEY *WRAP*. For those of you who don’t know what a "wrap" is, it’s a sandwich made out of some kind of flat bread, like a pita, or a fajita, or something–whatever it’s called, it’s basically baked glue. It was horrible. And I looked inside…IT WAS FILLED WITH CHEESE. "BLECCH." a HUGE quivering glob of American cheese. I tried to pull my sandwich open

remove the offensive slab of crap, but the "wrap" was stuck to the meat, which, in turn, was stuck to the cheese. It ripped every time I tried to pull it open. I finally got it apart and had to wipe the cheese off with

knife (that’s kind of consistancy we’re talking about here, folks) and got it back together. I took won bite and it still tasted like cheese.

removed it, but the "essence" was still there, I guess (?) and alls I

taste was American cheese, bitter lettuce, and baked glue. IT MAKES ME ANGRY JUST TO THINK ABOUT IT. It was either eat the sandwich or throw it away and waste my money. I ate the whole FUCKING SANDWICH. MY DAY WAS

COMPLETELY RUINED!!!!!@!!!

So to sum up, this was the worst day of my life.

Yours in love,
Wavy G.

Well, essentially, you got a bad sandwich. Learn to compartmentalize.

Well, essentially you made a won-line response to a 200 line message.

to snip.

(ps, that’s a cute Ascii representation of Marcie from the "Peanuts"

you’ve

got there.)

You are going about this all wrong. It’s your choice whether you wanna make this a thing of the past, or a thing that you obsess over for years to come. If you choose the latter, I’m afraid I will have to block you out of my news reader. I have a low tolerance for inanity and goofballishness. So, what’s it gonna be? Are you really prepared to face a boycott by me? Think it through, and sleep on it, then let me know what you’ve chosen tomorrow morning. Okay?

I have a low tolerance for inanity and goofballishness.

In article <9L%jb.32959$
says…

You are going about this all wrong. It’s your choice whether you wanna make this a thing of the past, or a thing that you obsess over for years to come. If you choose the latter, I’m afraid I will have to block you out of my news reader. I have a low tolerance for inanity and goofballishness. So, what’s it gonna be? Are you really prepared to face a boycott by me? Think it through, and sleep on it, then let me know what you’ve chosen tomorrow morning. Okay?

Admittedly the original post is pretty STOOPID.

Hold it right there! Stop. <pause> Thank you.

In article ,
says…

Hold it right there! Stop. <pause> Thank you.

………………….???
WTF?
Wanna make a bit of sense there Skippy…?

In article <9L%jb.32959$
says…

You are going about this all wrong. It’s your choice whether you wanna

this a thing of the past, or a thing that you obsess over for years to

If you choose the latter, I’m afraid I will have to block you out of my

reader. I have a low tolerance for inanity and goofballishness. So,

it gonna be? Are you really prepared to face a boycott by me? Think it through, and sleep on it, then let me know what you’ve chosen tomorrow morning. Okay?

Admittedly the original post is pretty STOOPID.
He’s a troll and his post has no place on this newsgroup…but… Wow, you really take yourself pretty seriously…don’tcha??? Puh-leeeeeze…!
Do you think he really CARES if you block him out…?
I wouldn’t.
Block me out too, while yer at it.
I love newsgroup dorks like you, who think "plonking" (the dorky & geeky piece of language invented by usenet assholes)… is the end all worst thing you can do to someone on a newsgroup. Wut a moron!

I have a low tolerance for inanity and goofballishness.

Booga-booga-booga…yuk-yuk-yuk…!!!
Dick.

The Magician

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~ "There is a theory which states that if ever anybody discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here…
it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable.
There is another theory which states that this has already happened." -Douglas Adams

On Sat, 18 Oct 2003 13:28:05 GMT, The Magician
said:

In article ,
says…

Hold it right there! Stop. <pause> Thank you.

………………….???
WTF?
Wanna make a bit of sense there Skippy…?

"And like *that* the post disappeared!," said the Magician.

In article ,
says…

On Sat, 18 Oct 2003 13:28:05 GMT, The Magician
said:

In article ,
says…

Hold it right there! Stop. <pause> Thank you.

………………….???
WTF?
Wanna make a bit of sense there Skippy…?

"And like *that* the post disappeared!," said the Magician.

Ummm…Ok…yeah…
Hey…you might wanna take your meds there now Pal.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~ "There is a theory which states that if ever anybody discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here…
it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable.
There is another theory which states that this has already happened." -Douglas Adams

Hook, line and SINKER!

Dick… you took "one" bite. You "won" the game.

See the difference?
Apparen’tly you were sucking your English teacher’s cock too.

Well, essentially, you got a bad sandwich. Learn to compartmentalize.

Well, essentially you made a won-line response to a 200 line message.

Learn

to snip.

You are going about this all wrong. It’s your choice whether you wanna make this a thing of the past, or a thing that you obsess over for years to come. If you choose the latter, I’m afraid I will have to block you out of my news reader. I have a low tolerance for inanity and goofballishness. So, what’s it gonna be? Are you really prepared to face a boycott by me? Think it through, and sleep on it, then let me know what you’ve chosen tomorrow morning. Okay?

www.righterwrites.com

(ps, that’s a cute Ascii representation of Marcie from the "Peanuts"

you’ve

got there.)

I know it may be wrong, but I’m in love with vitamind’s mom.

Dick… you took "one" bite. You "won" the game.

WTF??? I didn’t win anything. If I had won a game, I probly wouldn’t have had the worst day of my life. Thanks for trying to cheer me up, but making up shit that never happend doesn’t help.

See the difference?
Apparen’tly you were sucking your English teacher’s cock too.

Wavy G wrote:

I know it may be wrong, but I’m in love with vitamind’s mom.

Dick… you took "one" bite. You "won" the game.

WTF??? I didn’t win anything. If I had won a game, I probly wouldn’t have had the worst day of my life. Thanks for trying to cheer me up, but making up shit that never happend doesn’t help.

Aw, Wavy… tell me where it hurts. I’ll get all the hot guys in ats to kiss your booboo and make it better. LOL

See the difference?
Apparen’tly you were sucking your English teacher’s cock too.

I know it may be wrong, but I’m in love with Walker’s mom.

Wavy G wrote:

I know it may be wrong, but I’m in love with vitamind’s mom.

Dick… you took "one" bite. You "won" the game.

WTF??? I didn’t win anything. If I had won a game, I probly wouldn’t have had the worst day of my life. Thanks for trying to cheer me up, but making up shit that never happend doesn’t help.

Aw, Wavy… tell me where it hurts. I’ll get all the hot guys in ats to kiss your booboo and make it better. LOL

I don’t have a "booboo" as I was not injurred, so your wisecrack is irrelevant. I was *emotionally* scarred. That’s just won of those things that those greaseballs wouldn’t understand.

See the difference?
Apparen’tly you were sucking your English teacher’s cock too.

A third-grader knows whom Columbus is. Either you’re stupid or we’ve just read an extremely lame attempt at sarcastic humor.

Again, a third grader knows whom Paul Revere is. Apparently, you were sucking your teacher’s cock during class and now suffer from a cum-filled cranium.

Wavy G wrote:

I know it may be wrong, but I’m in love with Walker’s mom.

Wavy G wrote:

I know it may be wrong, but I’m in love with vitamind’s mom.

Dick… you took "one" bite. You "won" the game.

WTF??? I didn’t win anything. If I had won a game, I probly wouldn’t have had the worst day of my life. Thanks for trying to cheer me up, but making up shit that never happend doesn’t help.

Aw, Wavy… tell me where it hurts. I’ll get all the hot guys in ats to kiss your booboo and make it better. LOL

I don’t have a "booboo" as I was not injurred, so your wisecrack is irrelevant. I was *emotionally* scarred. That’s just won of those things that those greaseballs wouldn’t understand.

Ah, I see… how about a nice big hug from one of the hot women in alt.graphics.photoshop?

See the difference?
Apparen’tly you were sucking your English teacher’s cock too.

I know it may be wrong, but I’m in love with righter’s mom.

Well, essentially, you got a bad sandwich. Learn to compartmentalize.

Well, essentially you made a won-line response to a 200 line message.

Learn

to snip.

You are going about this all wrong. It’s your choice whether you wanna make this a thing of the past, or a thing that you obsess over for years to come. If you choose the latter, I’m afraid I will have to block you out of my news reader. I have a low tolerance for inanity and goofballishness. So, what’s it gonna be? Are you really prepared to face a boycott by me? Think it through, and sleep on it, then let me know what you’ve chosen tomorrow morning. Okay?

Okay. I’ve chosen that, since you’re not being entirely supportive, I don’t care what you do. Go ahead and boycott my post. My REAL friends here will support me.

www.righterwrites.com

(ps, that’s a cute Ascii representation of Marcie from the "Peanuts"

you’ve

got there.)

On Sun, 19 Oct 2003 22:39:32 GMT,
(Wavy G) said:

I know it may be wrong, but I’m in love with righter’s mom.

Well, essentially, you got a bad sandwich. Learn to

Well, essentially you made a won-line response to a 200 line message.

Learn

to snip.

You are going about this all wrong. It’s your choice whether you wanna

this a thing of the past, or a thing that you obsess over for years to

If you choose the latter, I’m afraid I will have to block you out of my

reader. I have a low tolerance for inanity and goofballishness. So,

it gonna be? Are you really prepared to face a boycott by me? Think it through, and sleep on it, then let me know what you’ve chosen tomorrow morning. Okay?

Okay. I’ve chosen that, since you’re not being entirely supportive, I

care what you do. Go ahead and boycott my post. My REAL friends here

support me.

yeah, "go wavy" lol?

www.righterwrites.com

(ps, that’s a cute Ascii representation of Marcie from the

you’ve

got there.)

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marci wrote in message

On Sun, 19 Oct 2003 22:39:32 GMT,
(Wavy G) said:

I know it may be wrong, but I’m in love with righter’s mom.

Well, essentially, you got a bad sandwich. Learn to

compartmentalize.

Well, essentially you made a won-line response to a 200 line message.

Learn

to snip.

You are going about this all wrong. It’s your choice whether you wanna

make

this a thing of the past, or a thing that you obsess over for years to

come.

If you choose the latter, I’m afraid I will have to block you out of my

news

reader. I have a low tolerance for inanity and goofballishness. So,

what’s

it gonna be? Are you really prepared to face a boycott by me? Think it through, and sleep on it, then let me know what you’ve chosen tomorrow morning. Okay?

Okay. I’ve chosen that, since you’re not being entirely supportive, I

don’t

care what you do. Go ahead and boycott my post. My REAL friends here

will

support me.

yeah, "go wavy" lol?

www.righterwrites.com

(ps, that’s a cute Ascii representation of Marcie from the

"Peanuts"

you’ve

got there.)