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from kitz: weirdness abounds.
Question:
kitzneg…@aol.com (kitznegari thinks it has wings) wrote in news:20040827205217.13589.00003790@mb-m12.aol.com: > what do i do?
Don’t mention your crush on Ronald Reagan.
Response:
to prevent reoccurences, remove your windshield Ms Pnoopie Pnats <myblowupprejecte…@blowuppp.com> in news:MPG.1b99cd1eb3630d23989cca@news.alt.net: > In article <20040827205217.13589.00003…@mb-m12.aol.com>, > kitzneg…@aol.com says… >> i went out to my car on my way to teach class tonight and there’s a >> piece of paper under my windshield wiper. i’ve had problems with the >> grouchy old codger next door, so i get out expecting to find a >> complaint about somthing. instead it’s this note, written on the >> back of a receipt that says: >> HEY, >> I to am >> from <u>Oregon</u> >> GIVE ME >> A CALL >> 513 561 **** >> AARON
hmmm…. well… your first challenge is to decrypt those 4 asterisks. if you simply dial 4 asterisks, who knows which car bomb will detonate. too risky. :> >> this is the STRANGEST thing in the world. i am not from oregon, i >> thought, as i read it. and then i realized where he got that from… >> i have a tiny oregon license plate hanging from my rear view mirror >> that i got out of a cereal box or something several years ago…
i, too, am from snap crackle pop… it >> reminded me of my trip across the states to see the state myself, but >> on the whole i was only there a week, grand total. >> as a whole you can tell a lot about me by looking inside my car, >> really. like, there are stuffed animals all over the backseat.
i, too, am from a zoo. raised by hyenas, in fact. which zoo are you from? ? i’ve >> got my little totoro cartoon guy on the rear view, a piece of a belt >> that one of the masters gave me way back when i was a red belt, an >> incubus pin, a john kerry pin,
i too am from kerry. http://www.fleshbot.com/archives/alexandra-kerry-in-cannes-004097.php {yow} no… maybe i’m from a pin… a little luke skywalker action figure >> glued to the dashboard, my role playing dice and character sheets for >> ninjas (with pictures) are in the front seat along with several >> martial arts books and a pair of running shorts is on the passenger >> side floor because you never know when i’m going to crave the gym. >> there is also a rainbow sticker on the back window (kind of a "fuck >> you, i support gay people and straight people and ugly people and >> midgets and all" sort of statement), a zombie bunny sticker >> ("horrible. hideous. fluffy.")
i *too* am from a zombie bunny… but raised by hyenas later. on the bumper along side a slipknot >> sticker. bean’s side window has a "zoo member" window cling and a >> window cling of a spider as big as your fist. so yeah, i can see how >> someone could extrapolate that i’m from oregon with all that >> political and hug-the-earth crap around.
granola hippie! what a coincidence! i too am from the earth.. or so i’ve been told… (by little green men) >> anyway, it’s obviously someone in my building, but WHO? there are >> two hottish guys that just moved in on the top floor (they look like >> college guys but i couldn’t tell because they were on the balcony and >> i didn’t have my glasses on) and they were watching bean and i play >> out by the pool two days ago… is it them? i doubt it. hot guys >> and me don’t mix. >> has this person even seen me, or are they just really super bold and >> nuts about their home state? how do they know they’re not talking to >> some old fart? ^ ^ ^
^ ^ ah, seriously. you just latched on the significant aspect. >> whoever it is… do they REALLY expect me to CALL them?!
is it that expensive to call oregon!? :> > i am >> terrified! what if it’s some mean old crazy person.
then relax. the note-depositer mistook you for an old fart. :> but i hope the depositer don’t respond murderously, in the throes of their disappointment, when they discover you’re that young babe, not the old fart. > i don’t even >> know but two of the people that live here. >> but on the other hand, what if i am passing up something good/fun? >> this is a very weird thing to have happen. >> what do i do?
seriously again… ‘aaron’ should have said where you’d know him from!! aaron’s brainless (i *too* am from brainless… ah, nevermind) he couldn’t even spell his phone number correctly! >> – k i t z – >> http://www.livejournal.com/users/kitznegari >> coming soon: http://forkflungpork.willkill.us
just ask, "how far?" http://www.google.com/url?sa=U&start=1 &q=http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/3825221.stm&e=8092 > that happened to me one time years ago. I was in an arcade and came > out to my car and there was a note on my car. the guy wanted to ask me > out and it turns out it was someone from in the arcade I had seen > around. I went out with him a couple of times and it was fine.
you *are* an unusual person… >so it > is most likely someone you know or have seen around. > I wonder what you can tell from the inside of my car. Jar of peanut > butter and jelly in the back seat.
but no poop there? ok, that decides it. meet me on my doorstep! (or do i have to invite you by leaving a note on your windshield?) :> — Win one for the Gollum. http://www.councilofelrond.com/modules.php? op=modload&name=Subjects&file=index&req=viewpage&pageid=38
Response:
In article <20040827205217.13589.00003…@mb-m12.aol.com>, kitzneg…@aol.com says… – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> i went out to my car on my way to teach class tonight and there’s a piece of > paper under my windshield wiper. i’ve had problems with the grouchy old codger > next door, so i get out expecting to find a complaint about somthing. instead > it’s this note, written on the back of a receipt that says: > HEY, > I to am > from <u>Oregon</u> > GIVE ME > A CALL > 513 561 **** > AARON > this is the STRANGEST thing in the world. i am not from oregon, i thought, as > i read it. and then i realized where he got that from… i have a tiny oregon > license plate hanging from my rear view mirror that i got out of a cereal box > or something several years ago… it reminded me of my trip across the states > to see the state myself, but on the whole i was only there a week, grand total. > as a whole you can tell a lot about me by looking inside my car, really. like, > there are stuffed animals all over the backseat. i’ve got my little totoro > cartoon guy on the rear view, a piece of a belt that one of the masters gave me > way back when i was a red belt, an incubus pin, a john kerry pin, a little luke > skywalker action figure glued to the dashboard, my role playing dice and > character sheets for ninjas (with pictures) are in the front seat along with > several martial arts books and a pair of running shorts is on the passenger > side floor because you never know when i’m going to crave the gym. there is > also a rainbow sticker on the back window (kind of a "fuck you, i support gay > people and straight people and ugly people and midgets and all" sort of > statement), a zombie bunny sticker ("horrible. hideous. fluffy.") on the > bumper along side a slipknot sticker. bean’s side window has a "zoo member" > window cling and a window cling of a spider as big as your fist. so yeah, i can > see how someone could extrapolate that i’m from oregon with all that political > and hug-the-earth crap around. > anyway, it’s obviously someone in my building, but WHO? there are two hottish > guys that just moved in on the top floor (they look like college guys but i > couldn’t tell because they were on the balcony and i didn’t have my glasses on) > and they were watching bean and i play out by the pool two days ago… is it > them? i doubt it. hot guys and me don’t mix. > has this person even seen me, or are they just really super bold and nuts about > their home state? how do they know they’re not talking to some old fart? > whoever it is… do they REALLY expect me to CALL them?! i am terrified! what > if it’s some mean old crazy person. i don’t even know but two of the people > that live here. > but on the other hand, what if i am passing up something good/fun? > this is a very weird thing to have happen. > what do i do? > – k i t z – > http://www.livejournal.com/users/kitznegari > coming soon: http://forkflungpork.willkill.us
that happened to me one time years ago. I was in an arcade and came out to my car and there was a note on my car. the guy wanted to ask me out and it turns out it was someone from in the arcade I had seen around. I went out with him a couple of times and it was fine. so it is most likely someone you know or have seen around. I wonder what you can tell from the inside of my car. Jar of peanut butter and jelly in the back seat.
Response:
i went out to my car on my way to teach class tonight and there’s a piece of paper under my windshield wiper. i’ve had problems with the grouchy old codger next door, so i get out expecting to find a complaint about somthing. instead it’s this note, written on the back of a receipt that says: HEY, I to am from <u>Oregon</u> GIVE ME A CALL 513 561 **** AARON this is the STRANGEST thing in the world. i am not from oregon, i thought, as i read it. and then i realized where he got that from… i have a tiny oregon license plate hanging from my rear view mirror that i got out of a cereal box or something several years ago… it reminded me of my trip across the states to see the state myself, but on the whole i was only there a week, grand total. as a whole you can tell a lot about me by looking inside my car, really. like, there are stuffed animals all over the backseat. i’ve got my little totoro cartoon guy on the rear view, a piece of a belt that one of the masters gave me way back when i was a red belt, an incubus pin, a john kerry pin, a little luke skywalker action figure glued to the dashboard, my role playing dice and character sheets for ninjas (with pictures) are in the front seat along with several martial arts books and a pair of running shorts is on the passenger side floor because you never know when i’m going to crave the gym. there is also a rainbow sticker on the back window (kind of a "fuck you, i support gay people and straight people and ugly people and midgets and all" sort of statement), a zombie bunny sticker ("horrible. hideous. fluffy.") on the bumper along side a slipknot sticker. bean’s side window has a "zoo member" window cling and a window cling of a spider as big as your fist. so yeah, i can see how someone could extrapolate that i’m from oregon with all that political and hug-the-earth crap around. anyway, it’s obviously someone in my building, but WHO? there are two hottish guys that just moved in on the top floor (they look like college guys but i couldn’t tell because they were on the balcony and i didn’t have my glasses on) and they were watching bean and i play out by the pool two days ago… is it them? i doubt it. hot guys and me don’t mix. has this person even seen me, or are they just really super bold and nuts about their home state? how do they know they’re not talking to some old fart? whoever it is… do they REALLY expect me to CALL them?! i am terrified! what if it’s some mean old crazy person. i don’t even know but two of the people that live here. but on the other hand, what if i am passing up something good/fun? this is a very weird thing to have happen. what do i do? – k i t z – http://www.livejournal.com/users/kitznegari coming soon: http://forkflungpork.willkill.us