System: Doc's Place Bbs Online
   Area: FIDONEWS
   Date: 03-27-07 06:02
   From: SHANNON TALLEY
     To: WAYNE CHIRNSIDE
   Subj: Re: Christian love

Hello Wayne,

Hi there.

> With you!?!  A self proclaimed drug addicted parasite depending on the
> good
> graces of our government for your well being?  Wayne -- you are the
> epidemy
> of everything that is wrong with this country.  You don't deserve me
> giving
> you the time of day, much less my friendship.
> Go smoke some more crack....
>

> Do you consider Tim Richardson and Ross Cassell to be reliable sources
> of information?

> Did you or did you not admit to smoking crack?

> I was never addicted to crack.

BTW, the people you are using as your reliable witnesses appear to think
that I am Audrey Hepburn.

Mr. Talley, do you also think that I am Audrey Hepburn?
A simple yes or no shall suffice.


 -- you smoked crack Wayne -- you are an addict....

> The drugs I *was* addicted to when 8 years of age were terpin hydrate,
> hycodan, and Chericol C cough medications.

> You are addicted to whatever you have in front of you at the moment.  You
> are a substance abuser .

Nothing in front of me at the moment.
Just finished a bowl of beans and rice however.

I tell you what.
I will submit to any drug testing you may require.
Call Molly's Tavern in Saint Petersburg to inqire of my honesty if you
like.
Ask for Indian Deb.

I believe any of the folks at Molly's Tavern could advise you as to Mr.
Cassell and 
Mr. Richardsons belief that I am Audrey Hepburn is erronious

Molly's Tavern ( Aprox. 7 - 7th Ave. N. onm 9th streeet in Saint Petersburg
Florida
zip code 33701

> Are your above remarks an example of good Christian behavior and
> forgiveness

* I am not Jesus Christ *

You're a long way from  being a Christian too IMO.

ST> I'm not in a position to forgive or not forgive you Wayne -- you are a
sad
ST> pathetic maggot who leaches on the good fortune of society.  A parasite
that
ST>  eventually wither away and leave nothing more than a slime trail for
ST> someone to sweep up.

Hey slick, do me a favor will you?
If some day you become disabled or have a stroke please think
of the words you've written here today?

Now should there be a hell, you are certainly fast tracking your way to it.

See ya there.  



-> Ode To Waynie..
-> 
-> I've a Bike!  I play in one act.
-> 
-> Sound of sewing machine outside of bar.  It stops.  In walks Waynie.
-> 
-> Waynie:  I'll have a Shirley Temple, bar maid!  Make it a double!
-> 
-> Spider (the bar owner):  Did you say Shirley Temple, pardner?
-> 
-> Waynie:  You've a problem with that?  I can order anything I want!  I'm
a
-> biker!  I've a bike!
-> 
-> Spider:  You talkin' about that sewin' machine sittin' out front?  The
rice?
-> That the bike you talkin' about?
-> 
-> Waynie:  You've a problem with that TOO??  Well, I'VE a problem with
your
-> attitude, mister!
-> 
-> Spider:  You ain't gonna be a hard case, are you, feller?  Settle down,
have
-> your Shirley Temple and ride your rice on outta here.  Why you limpin'
-> anyway?
-> 
-> Waynie:  I've injuries and a stroke!  I've a damaged spine and mind! 
Di.
-> di.  ho.  pussie.  Ack.  Pffft.
-> 
-> Spider:  Did you call me a pussy, pardner?
-> 
-> Waynie:  Because I've brain injuries, these things just come out!  And
-> galloping senility!  Ho. di.  I worked for Precisionaire!  I've a spine
-> that's two inches shorter!  Di.  ho.  Whose woods these are I think I
know,
-> ho, di, ack.  I've an acquaintance in Tampa/St. Pete who knows what a
badass
-> I am.  I issued him a death threat on my computer!  You've something
coming!
-> 
-> Spider (to Weasle, the bouncer):  Weasle, get this shit outta my bar.
-> 
-> Weasle:  Git up, feller.  Time to hit the road.
-> 
-> Waynie:  I read Candide in one hour!  I've a sister who's a doctor!  
I've
-> respect for Bill Clinton!  AWOL Bush!  Dead GIs!  I've gallloping.....
-> 
-> Weasle:  ...make this easy on yourself, pardner.  Just leave.  Now.
-> 
-> Waynie:  I've Linux!  I've a brother at the Colorado.....
-> 
-> Weasle, grabs Waynie by the shoulders and throws him out the front door:
-> Some days I hate this goddam job.  That asshole was drenched in cologne
and
-> now I smell like a French whore on dollar night.  Shit.
-> 
-> Sounds of sewing machine winding up in the parking lot.  Weeee, weeeee!
-> Waynie rides off into the sunset, big pink L glowing on the back of his
-> "biker" jacket.
-> 
-> Etc....
-> --- 
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