On Fri, 3 Feb 1995, Karl Strickland wrote: > For good luck. Hope this isnt too explicit for this full-disclosure list. > > Forwarded message: > >From <@pg2-srv.wam.umd.edu:choo@wam.umd.edu> Mon Jan 30 00:04:24 1995 > From: Josh Daymont <choo@wam.umd.edu> > Date: Mon, 30 Jan 1995 18:41:58 -0500 > Message-Id: <199501292341.SAA04323@rac2.wam.umd.edu> > To: brianr@wam.umd.edu, cathyb@wam.umd.edu, cklaus@iss.net, > dorian@oxygen.house.gov, jndavhum@wam.umd.edu, > karl@bagpuss.demon.co.uk, nodelman@wam.umd.edu, pst@cisco.com, > ridley@nucleus.com, samhuin@wam.umd.edu > Subject: SEX > > > > WITH SEX ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE > > > This paper has been sent to you for good luck. The > original has been worn out from having passed through the hands of so many > people. It has travelled around the world 70 times (Dear Reader: please > help keep this count current. If this letter falls into your hands after > just completing one more circuit of the world, please add one to the > count.) The luck has now been sent to you. You will experience great sex > within four days of receiving this letter, provided you send it on. > Since the copy must tour the world, you must make ten copies and send > them to others. This is no joke. Send no money. Send copies to people > who need to get laid within 96 hours. After he passed this letter on, a > Montana Spinach Control Officer got his penis stuck in a cow-milking machine > and had the longest series of orgasms of his life. John Elliot tried to > --More--pick up a prositute, but, because he broke the chain, was picked up by > the police instead. When they searched his home, they found magazines > of little boys which they showed to his neighbours. In a suburb of > Paris, Don Loray's trousers were ripped by an unsatisfied erection, 51 > days after failing to circulate the letter. However, before this > happened, a condom machine gave him three condoms for the price of one. > (was this the consolation prize?) > Do note the following: Hebert Pudstrom received the chain in > 1953.He asked his secretary to make ten copies and send them out. A > few days later he encountered her in a red-light district making more than > he had every paid her at work. General George Patton, who sent the letter > on, saw what he thought was a quarter in the street. When he bent down to > pick it up, a beautiful woman in a miniskirt walked by, and he got a great > view. Heywood Daddit, an unemployed chicken choker, > received the letter and forgot that it had to leave his hands within 96 > hours. His wife then went bowling with his best friend and never > returned. Later, after finding the letter again, he mailed ten > copies. A few days later he got a wife and discovered that his old wife, > who he thought was wonderful, had made love to him like a dead salmon for > all these years! Alan Fairchild received the letter and, not believing, > threw the letter away. Nine days later he spilled hot coffee in his crotch. > In 1987 the letter received by a young woman in Texas was faded and > --More--barely readable, so she did not realize that this paragraph applied to > her. She promised herself she would retype the letter and send it on, > but she put it aside to do later. She was plagued with problems including > herpes and other venereal diseases she contracted in her futile attempts > to find Mr. Right in a singles bar. The letter did not leave her hands in 96 > hours. She finally typed the letter and found a man with a 10-inch > penis. > You must distribute at least ten copies within 96 hours of > receiving this letter. Those who do will find their love lives more > fulfilling. Those who do not will be doomed to one-night stands with > mechanical devices. > > > > > > & > > > > -- > ------------------------------------------+----------------------------------- > Mailed using ELM on FreeBSD | Karl Strickland > PGP 2.3a Public Key Available. | Internet: karl@bagpuss.demon.co.uk > | >