**** on rye bread

Listen carefully mother****ers!

I am Lady Amanita, your new queen.

Get down on your knees and worship me you scumbags!

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"Amanita" <[email protected]> wrote in message
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> Listen carefully mother****ers!
>
> I am Lady Amanita, your new queen.


Well, let me get my hammer so I can crown you.


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The generation that used acid to escape reality
Is now using antacid to deal with reality
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DON'T FEED THE MORONS!
"dwacon" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:Jmt%c.19503$ni.5781@okepread01...
>
> "Amanita" <[email protected]> wrote in message
> news:[email protected]...
> > Listen carefully mother****ers!
> >
> > I am Lady Amanita, your new queen.
>
>
> Well, let me get my hammer so I can crown you.
>
>
> --
> The generation that used acid to escape reality
> Is now using antacid to deal with reality
> http://www.dwacon.com
>
>

Try adjusting the tamp pressure.

Oily.

"dwacon" <[email protected]> wrote in message news:<Jmt%c.19503$ni.5781@okepread01>...
> "Amanita" <[email protected]> wrote in message
> news:[email protected]...
> > Listen carefully mother****ers!

I guess I fall into that category thesedays

> > I am Lady Amanita, your new queen.
>
>
> Well, let me get my hammer so I can crown you.

Is this a 'Manhunt'?

Dom