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"those petty bnf posters"


january 22nd-24th

Temper TEMPER... I hear you little children on the Boulder News Forum got your little world shut down.   Some of you reading this on my website might not realize that the postings were also being placed in a chat
forum, and it's THOSE people to whom I sometimes REACT.   Like THIS: Well, well, well, RUTHEE, I was just lately speaking in response to yer questiDning why I would risk my good time to do these postings.   And I
said, basically, why would I expect that cheap dullards would REACH OUT and into the jail to complain.~  And THEN what happens, the same pillars of salt get the forum closed down perhaps due to the fact that they kept reaching cheaply acbss the country into other posters work places and attempting to do all manner of vicictive damage.   Cheep, cheep, cheep.
 

Most of those forum creeps were extreme self-rightous blow hards.   And the SHAMELESS calling of the sysop on a regu~ar basis.. oh, my, my, nopey, nope, nope... BANG, close it down.  Well, hot damn, you all FAILED to solve the case before you ate your own ovaries.   Be sure to also insist that you were FAMOUS if you posted a lot of scathing remarks on the forum.   oh, what freaks.  Worse than these lil ole molesters we got in here.
 
 

ONWARDS... .I'li just a-keep on a-babbling till I'm outta here.
 

I wrote to Etude Taja~ (Associated AuctioneerS) in Paris, you know, of course, right over there on the rue des Mathurirrs.   And I asked those zany frogs if they'd be so bloody kind as to translate a few sentences for me.
Amongst them we had "I am beginning to feel like I am wearing this jail like a 10 billion ton pair of nasty undies." Do you think they would have understood the concept of a MOO-MOO?  That's what I realIy wanted to say. I also asked for the French for: "Whatta you think I am , some sort of savage": Too bad I don't have that now, so I could use it against the chillen that got the forum closed down.   Babyish Hitlers I tells ya.
 

I'm a big fat loser.   Let's not forget THAT.   It's a veritable drum beat.   I heard a letter of mine was read on Peter Boyles radio show Friday.  (www.peterboyles .com)   So now a LOT of people are experiencing the aftertaste of hearing that the Ramseys were once THIS CLOSE to being arrested (in the early months of the case) but it slipped away.   Last nites movie: MAFIA.   I felt that my bag of popcorn had been tampered with so I bitterly thru it in the trash.    In the midst of~feeling OKAY today can I just say, "My nerves are les chot."  And that concerns me more than glug glug, les glug.   SEE IT. KNOW, IT.   I couldn't help but admire the excellant buffing job on the stage for the David Letterman show the other night.
 
 

To "keister" is to transport contraband by means of shoving it up les ass.   So, what I'm thinking of doing is to deficate in a baggie, see, and then, upsy daisy, see, put it in "the safe".   And then next time we have a strip search I'll let them find a corner Qf the baggie sticking out. Uh huh. And les constable miserable will get all excited. And when he doth PULL well, I'll simply explain to the confused civil servant that mine ALWAYS comes out prepackaged and sans odor....... you know, like some of the people FORMERLY on the Boulder News Forum.   oh, it's probably back up in a dark corner of cyber les space like eine lump of cancer.

In other news: We got murder cases galore round here of late.   If you've heard of Mr. IM the oreintal possible estranged wife killer, well I was listening to him yawn and urinate last night as I spoke to les webmaster on the telly.
 
 

The  soliel will come out tomorrow, bet yer bottom dollar that I'll be on a top bunk in a cloud of nicaruaguan flatulance watching it rise.   I'll be screaming "sanctuary" at the top of my quasimodoish lungs as I carry my stuff up the tier to a single cell one of these weeks. Perhaps I'll be sitting in one of those charmed rooms when the calvary of language arrives from France.     Par le Vous sarcastique?

J.T.Colfax
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