Re:rhymes with ...

[Sroundtable@aol.com]

>That said, there is one person I have no interest in meeting,

Lemmy guess, rhymes with prick?

>I just want
>that person to stay away from me.

That sentiment seems to be going around.


"hmmmm......are they talkin bout me?" Mc asked himself as he jammed another 
wad of dip into his mouth and adjusted his tank top undershirt.  He ate some 
more potato chips and took a quick spit into a plastic cup.
     "Well, i guess I need t'go get me some more Schlitz and chew and start 
me a fight or two," he said aloud to himself as he pulled himself reluctantly 
out of his tan leather Lay-Z-Boy recliner.  He switched off the computer, 
which was mounted on a tray that had been bolted to the chair.  A thought 
crept into his head, which was a rare occurence beyond thinking about beer, 
dip, beef, and large-breasted women.
     "Why do these Who fans on the intra-net not understand me?  I'm mighty 
partial to 'dem wild boys from Shepherd's Bush.  Shep's Bush sounds like a 
place right after my own heart: bunch of drunken, fat, sweaty, smelly good 
ole boys chewin tobackee, eatin steak and taters and lookin to beat up queers 
and minorities.  I've never been to Australia, but it sounds fun, especially 
if the Who are from there."
   Mc sat back down and pondered what to do.  His limited mind began to 
wander, however, and he forgot all about the Who fans on the internet.  He 
did remember that he was out of Schlitz and chew, so he jumped in his 1984 
Red Ford F-350 and headed off to the store.  Of couse he stopped by Wheeler's 
Tavern to start a brawl on his way, but even with a concussion, bruised ribs, 
and a gash over his right eye, Mc made it to the store and back with what he 
needed.  
     "Let's see what them Who fans are talkin bout now?" he said as he 
re-inserted himself into his recliner.