Capital of Nasty Electronic Magazine
Volume III, Issue 15, AD MCMXCVIII
Monday, August 24th, 1998
ISSN 1482-0471
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I hate em and I want to keep their heads in the toilet and keep flushing until 
the blue stuff runs out.

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The Family Circus movie

Starring 

Macauley Culkin as Billy
That little shit from Jerry Maquire as Jeffy
Pamela Anderson Lee as Dolly
Mr. T. as PJ
Marilyn Manson as Thel Keane

and

Jerry Springer as Bil Keane

Coming soon to a theatre near you

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1.  Editorial
2.  Why guys don't call...
3.  Calculated Risks
4.  Best Kind of Wonderful
5.  The EX
6.  The Conspiracy Behind Girlfriends 

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This week's Golden Testicle award:

This guy wouldn't know Cool if it sexually assaulted him

http://www.voicenet.com/~dhagee/new.htm

by Jason MacIsaac

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1. Editorial
   by Leandro

Last month Jason and I went to see Romeo and Juliet being performed in the park.  
We were already late and the rest of the gang was waiting by the theatre, so to 
get there faster we cut through the woods, because, you know, we thought we were 
smart and all. Instead we got lost and finally emerged somewhere else all dirty 
and sweaty.  You are probably wondering, lost in a park?  High Park is pretty 
big, and well, I guess we don't have a good sense of direction.

As I arrive to buy tickets, the girl at the stand hands them to me and says, 
"Are you Leandro?"

The fact that she knew me didn't seem to bother me.  I was more worried about 
the way I looked that day.  Unshaven, dirty, sweaty, and with an hair-do long 
gone out of style, so I timidly answered, "y-yes?"

"Oh cool!  I read CoN!"

And I'm thinking "What the fuck?  How the hell does she know I have anything to 
do with CoN?"

"I'm IMPROV's girlfriend!" she clarified. Probably the dumb look on my face gave 
away the fact that I was completely clueless.

"Oh, that's great!"  and as if that was enough to explain it all, I grabbed the 
tickets and dashed inside.

Halfway through the play, with my ass incredibly sore from sitting on the 
ground, with a Romeo that showed no signs of puberty in his voice, Betty 
whispering, "Come 'on, kill yourself so we can get out of here," I realized I 
had been a bit too harsh and quick.  Alas, I'm sure she has IMPROV writing a 
nasty article about me now...


Well, again, another long delay.  I have been busy fighting with the offices of 
the college where I applied, since they seem to be enjoying themselves in making 
my life harder than it already is.  Fortunately after a bit of struggle I 
managed to get into the course I wanted.  To delay things even further, I left 
for Europe to deal with some family business, and I didn't have the time to 
finish CoN until I got back.  624 e-mails were (are) waiting for me, so if any 
of you wrote, eventually within the next 6 months, you'll get a reply.


I leave you now with a letter from a reader. The next issue does not have a 
theme, other than being a recycling bin of all other articles we had that did 
not fit anywhere.  Issue 17, however, will deal with school (colleges, 
universities, the fucking annoying kid that sits behind you and rocks his head 
every two seconds and never talks).  Please feel free to send your fanatical 
ranting to con@capnasty.org.  We have, at the time of writing, three spots left.

From:             Arno van Boven
To:               con@capnasty.org
Date sent:        Mon, 17 Aug 1998 21:31:01 +0200
Subject:          Re: Capital of Nasty III.14

With all due respect, I have to point out something to you about what you said 
about Steven Spielberg and Schindler's List. It is, by far, the worst movie I 
ever saw. Well, that is a matter of personal opinion of course, but allow me to 
explain my reasons in short: I believe that turning a tiny event that has some 
very smelly aspects to it, into a Hollywood blockbuster about some allegedly 
epic hero is very, very sick indeed. Schindler didn't 'protect' or 'save' the 
people on the list for purposes of humanity or resistance to the nazi-regime. It 
was a way of making sure he could keep his company going. (No wonder Spielberg 
chose this story; it does seem to be the one thing his US-audience can relate to 
most (->money), as issues of human rights seem to be not of any concern across 
the ocean..) There is a little of that in the movie if I remember correctly, but 
he *certainly*, I repeat, *certainly* wasn't the hero Spielberg tries to make of 
him. There is a lot of trash coming from Hollywood, but I especially hated this 
one because it had this 'politically correct' thing about it. C'mon!  We are 
talking Spielberg here, the movie industry! It's a money thing... no matter what 
they pretend to be...

Enough ranting, all I wanted to tell you, really, is that if you are truly 
interested in getting to know more about WWII and the holocaust, you should 
really, really, really watch the documentary by Lanzmann, called 'Shoah'. It's 
sort of long  (6 hrs I think, or 9 even maybe), but you'll sit through it 
breathless, motionless, and you will be suffering from insomnia for the rest of 
the week, or longer. One of the best documentaries I have ever seen.

Cheers,

arno (male,  caucasian, non-jewish, anti-fascist, anti-racist)

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2.   Why guys don't call...
     by Davinder Sangha

Why men don't call?  This question is asked by thousand of women as they stand 
patiently by the phone waiting from a call from their respective partners.  
Well! From my personal perspective I believe it's an issue of commitment.  Once 
they have passed the first stage of being all lovey-dovey with us, they see no 
more need of picking up the phone and calling us like they used to.  Long gone 
are the days of hours long phone calls through the night!

I had this problem with my boyfriend.  The asshole never fucken' called me.  I 
was the one that always had to do the calling.  Okay, so maybe I called him a 
little too much in the beginning, but hey!  At least I called and showed him he 
was on my mind.

After a year and half ladies, I figured it out.  Stop calling them.  Suddenly 
the phone started ringing more often, and guess who was on the other side of the 
line?  You see, men live in a perpetual stage of guilt when they are not around 
us.  They look at other women, they flirt, but back in their mind they think of 
us.  So when the phone stops ringing, they begin to wonder why.

At first they will eye the phone suspiciously ("she should've called by now").  
Then they start to wonder why she hasn't called for the past few days.  They 
will finally give in all driven by a sense of guilt and suspiciousness that we 
are not interested in them anymore.

Presently I don't call my man everyday, but just once in a blue moon.  However 
he now calls me much more than before.

Call it "reverse psychology" if you want, but it's shockingly simple once you 
have it figured out: pretend your interest in them has decreased by calling them 
less.  Automatically, they will call you more.

Although I've heard many different views on the book "Men are from Mars, women 
are from Venus", I think it shred some light on this problem.  Take for example 
when men ask for more space.  A woman will automatically cling on them more 
thinking that he doesn't love her anymore.

At first I didn't understand why my guy needed space.  I mean, we love each 
other right?  We should be together all the time!  But then it clicked in.  It's 
like calling too much.  He has it up to here to hear the phone all the time with 
me on the other end, and so he avoided me completely.

At one time I remember calling my boyfriend at least 4 to 6 times a day (eight 
actually - Editor).  I called because I wanted to wish him a good morning, I 
called because I wanted to wish him a good night, I called just because I wanted 
to hear his voice.  It might sound corny, but it's a sign of love and a women's 
thing, eh!

As a result he would say nothing on the phone, or answer my questions with "I 
told you this already in phone calls 1 through 4".  He would try to keep the 
phone calls as short as possible and to me, it seemed that his love for me had 
died.

So keep your men on his toes.  Make him desire you and he will be crawling at 
your feet.  Bond with his female friends, and soon enough he will realize he has 
no choice but to pick up that phone and dial.  And with that, save your 
heartache as well.

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3.  Calculated Risks
    By Leandro Asnaghi-Nicastro

Ah, falling in love for the first time.  How can one forget?  You see
someone you know nothing about, do your best to find some info on
them, and eventually (or not) a beautiful, romantic (and steamy)
relationship with this person starts.  The first touch of your hands
with theirs.  The first kiss.  And everything, even a rock that the
two of you have touched, is the most beautiful thing ever.  That is
until of course you realize what a real pain in the ass the other
person is and you break up as you mutter to yourself "what the fuck
was I thinking?"  Ah, yes, that's love at first sight.  Isn't it
wonderful?   Of course you have only one person to blame, and that's
Cupid.  Damn you Cupid, blind archer of my ass.

Granted, not everyone experiences it like that.  I'm sure some of you
are still dating the first love of your life.   Some others probably
broke up with the first love of your life and maintained a
well-established friendship.  Well, that's very nice, but fortunately,
the majority of us, have experienced (sooner or later) quite a rough
ride.  So, please, don't send any e-mail in with comments such as "oh,
I have been dating the same person for the past 500 years and we are
in love as the first time".  Great, but that's not the point of my
article.

After the first love experience, people tend to go for the
"relationship".  Relationships are the most fucked up thing anyone
will experience in life.  First of all, chances are you will know very
little about this person.  Call it a relapse, if you like, of love at
first sight.  But it's a little different, being a step up then
before.  You know a bit more, you have an approximate idea of what is
good to say, and you follow her body language in order to know what
your next move is.  Relationships are like playing chess and hockey
together.  She touches your arm; you touch her hand.  She kisses you
on the cheek, you kiss her on the lips.  You look at her move, you
calculate carefully what to do and then you slowly skate in to score.

You will have to learn this careful art as soon as you can, since, as
my friend Gard explained, women stand side-by-side with oxymoron. 
They will examine each and every move you do to see what your
intentions are.  They will discuss what you did with their friends in
minuscule and painful detail.  They will come to conclusions you could
never dream off, just because, when you entered the house for example,
you did not take your shoes off.

Picture this: it's you and the current girl you just started dating.
You are watching a movie you rented in the privacy of your home. 
Halfway through the movie you decide to touch her hand before she
does.  She thinks: "oh, he's getting audacious!  He probably wants to
get laid!  The damned pig!"

You move your hand away: "Oh, he is not interested in me!  I should
break up before he decides to break up with me!"

You don't touch her at all to avoid:
a) any of the above
b) you are just shy,
c) since you tried the first two, you decided to avoid it all and save
yourself the hassle of screwing up.  Alas: "He isn't touching me. WHY
isn't he touching me?  He must be insecure.  I don't want an insecure
man!"

Note, all of the above have been proven by CoN scientists.

Naturally, there is a chance (a large one) that the girl is not
interested in a relationship.  She just wants to be "friends". This is
called Platonic friendship.  Platonic friendship suck, and unless you
want to be "her best friend" for a long while, until she gets married,
you are better off punching yourself in the nads. It's less painful
and it will give you something more important to think about.  An
article about Platonic Friendships appeared in Volume I, Issue 22
(http://www.capnasty.org/issues/1996-01/cn961118.html#4).

Of course relationships come and go.  And they are all different.  At
one time she's blonde, the next time she's a brunette, or even blue
skin and little antennae (if there are any Trekkies out there, can you
tell me in what episode did Kirk date her?  Thanks).  However you will
get to a point where you'll look for a woman which is something more
than a pretty mannequin to carry around with you.  This will evolve
into a calculated risk.

Now, what exactly is a calculated risk?  You see, after your first
true love, where you fell head over heals for some girl, you begin to
realize what exactly you want in a woman. So while technically you
fall in love, at the same time you find yourself checking her out to
be sure that you are looking farther than skin deep.  It's still a
risk getting involved with the woman, but alas, it's more calculated
then before.  You are not just going for it blind just because you
like her breast size.  Usually you go for things like "is she patient?
 Can she put up with me?  Is she intelligent so that I can have a
serious conversation with her?"  The last one of course becomes a
curse, and you find yourself wishing for a woman that was easier to
control and manipulate and will not call you a male pig if you ask her
to wash your 3-weeks old socks, all bundled up with some boring
lecture about feminism.

Many things will change.  You will be able to go for a week without
her being at your house everyday, or being in the same house, doing
different things, in different rooms.  You will be able to go out with
your friends without having to take her along every time.  You will be
allowed to talk to other women or even (gasp!) have female friends
without causing nervous breakdowns over some hidden jealousy.  Slowly
but steadily the changes will occur, where the two partners will have
personal lives, without leaning too much on the other.

Sex will also change.  It will no longer be called sex, but it will
mutate into "love making", which means that instead of getting up and
leaving, once you're done, you stay in bed, making comments on how
wonderful it is to be with the other person.

Love making is very important in these types of relationships as they
allow you to become a better lover as you understand the person more
by the signals they send you:

"MORE! MORE!" -- What do you mean, more? I'm giving you all I've got! 
One size fits all.  It could be as long as the leaning tower of Pisa,
and she would still scream for more.  Shortly after the call for
"more" usually she will start screaming for you to be "FASTER!
FASTER!"  God-damn-it.  I'm going so fast, you can't tell if my legs
are up or down.  And I definitely think that if I go any faster my
heart is going to explode.

Eventually you find yourself running out of stamina. It's been half an
hour and she is still screaming for more at Mach-1 like speeds.  And
you are thinking, "how long more before you decide to come?  Please
come. Come on, come so I can stop".  But no, for the past 30 minutes
it sounded like they are about to reach what could possible be the
most amazing orgasm they will ever have, but never really get there. 
Just about now a cramp started in your left leg.  You get to the point
where you don't even care about your orgasm anymore (not that it
matters at this point, you can hardly feel your penis anyway) but you
don't want to stop.  If you stop, she's going to bicker at you with
the "I was so close!" (Apparently women are always 'close' but never
close enough).  It's also a thing with guys, you know, they gotta be
man, can't stop till the job is done, till the lady is satisfied.

Finally when they reach their orgasm, and you collapse in a pile of
sweat, unable to move, your leg cramping happily away, your heart
sounding like the drums of a marching army, they have the courtesy of
pointing out that you are all sweaty.  I am?  Well bugger me.

If you find yourself involved with a woman who can put up with all
your little dark sides, including smelly socks and awful breath in the
morning, don't let them slip away.  You might just have found your
calculated risk.

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4. Best Kind of Wonderful
   by Lilith DemHareIs

The Best Kind of Relationships, I believe, are the monogamous marriages.  You 
know the kind, the ones that last forever, and you see a little old man kiss a 
little old lady every time he leaves the house, even if the reason behind 
leaving the house is to go pick her a flower from the garden.

They exist, I've seen 'em, and I'm going to have one myself.  I am determined.

We've all had relationships go bad.  Goodness, I've had five of them go bad on 
me before I found my husband.  (Four of the guys left me for another woman; one 
left me for another man.)  But the hindsight lesson which I learned from all of 
them was that ya can't expect anything better than what you're willing to give.

As time progressed, I found myself looking for relationships more with my common 
sense, instead of just with my heart.  And, as time progressed, the 
relationships were deeper, and lasted longer.  

Love makes the world go round, but it's physics that keep it all together and 
functioning.  Just because you fall in love with someone doesn't mean the 
relationship would work.  Certainly love makes a relationship easier to manage, 
but it should, by no means, be the only glue which holds it together.

An enduring relationship is one that doesn't hold together love, but holds 
together LIVES.  I'm sure everyone know some couple that has broken up because 
their lives don't fit together.  Sure, they loved each other, but "it just 
wouldn't have worked out."

So you want an enduring relationship.  If so, you must start with yourself.  Are 
you the sort of person with whom someone will want to spend the rest of their 
life (and beyond) with? If not, what would you change?  (And don't just 
acknowledge it; change it.)

You can only ask of someone that which you yourself are willing to give. No 
more.  And no less.

If you are unwilling to make a few lifestyle changes, make a few sacrifices and 
compromises, you can't expect someone else to, yet still be truly happy in a 
relationship.  We all have had some experience in the past with someone who was 
a little bit more selfish, a little less strong, a little less committed.

If you are unwilling to stand up for what's *really* important in your life (and 
I don't just mean your cat), they you're going to either end up with someone 
who'll walk all over you, or who'll be so weak that the relationship won't go 
anywhere.  How many of us have been in a relationship that "fizzled out"?  How 
many of us have been in an abusive relationship, and tried to get out?

The lasting relationships, the ones that work, the ones that make you both happy 
are relationships of balance.  You can only ask for what you are willing to 
give.

Now, don't complain that all you can ever find are losers.  Either something is 
wrong with you, or something is wrong with where you are.

Something wrong with you: there are losers in the world, guaranteed.  But they 
are getting attracted to you (or vice versa) for some reason.  Change that thing 
that attracts them.  Better yet, foster qualities in yourself that are 
attractive and good.  Then, instead of losing losers, you'll be attracting the 
winners.  (And as we all know, the winners are the ones who get snatched up into 
good relationships.)

Something wrong with where you are: If you can't find what you are looking for 
where you are, expand your search.  If your main hunting ground is the singles' 
bar scene, then your chances of finding someone exciting (who doesn't drink) are 
very low.  Get out into the world.  Go someplace other than your usual hunting 
ground.  Leave the Singles' Ward, and join a club somewhere.  Expand out.  For 
all you know, the person with whom you could hit it off perfectly could indeed 
be doing all the things you do, and going to all the places you go, but in a 
different city.  I ended up looking on the literal other side of the planet.

But I did find him.  We've just celebrated another anniversary.  We're planning 
on buying a house this year, and having babies.  And he loves to read my novels. 
In about fifty or sixty years time, I expect his eyes will be too weak to read, 
and his fingers too deft to handle garden shears, so I'll have to trim the dirt 
and roots off of the flower he pulled up for me out of the garden and put it in 
a vase.

I still have the rose he first gave me.

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5.  The "EX"
    by Teresa "Tessen X" Toth

I ran into my ex-boyfriend the other day while waiting for the present love of 
my life. It's been over a year and a half and he still doesn't have the balls to 
approach me. Hey, we're better off apart then we ever were together. I'm sure 
everyone has heard the ol' spiel "Let's be friends". Well let me tell you my 
little friend, that's bullshit, plain and simple. It's just a way to dump a 
person without feeling guilty for being a prick. Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all 
before; SURE you were sincere when you said it. But things "Just didn't work 
out". What a pity, what a shame... that's life. I'm sure we all think that when 
we go out with someone, it will last, that love will surround you and you'll 
never have to be alone again. Well think again. I mean hey, I now have someone 
who is indeed the most wonderful person, but it took a lot of assholes to 
finally get to a nice fella. But the one ex that tops them all was a guy named 
*DJ who was by far the biggest jerk I ever had the misfortune to date.

Now, *DJ and I were friends before we ever dated. He was known as the crazy one 
in our group of friends, always laughing it up with his crude sense of humour. 
And for some bizarre reason, I was attracted to him.  Well, to make a long sob 
story short, I had a crush on him for about 2 years before he realized I was 
alive and asked me out. At the time, I thought that he was the one for me, the 
one and only and how fortunate I was to finally have him after all these years. 
What a pathetic retch I was...little did I know that I would start dreading his 
nasty sense of humour, the way he would tell me he had a "stiffie" when ever we 
talked on the phone, or how he would constantly play the air drums while 
listening to Death Metal... ugh... what a refined piece of work, wouldn't you 
say so?

Since I was "head over heels" for him, I would just remind myself that I waited 
2 years for him and now that I had him, I wasn't about to mess it up. I accepted 
his criticism about my opinions, or how he would wrestle me down like a piece of 
meat and crack my jaw out of place 2 times. Or how he would ignore me when he 
didn't want me around. That still meant he loved me right? That was his way of 
showing his affection, wasn't it?? I just couldn't bear the thought that he 
acted this way to make me upset... he wouldn't do that, because he loved me (I 
was his first girlfriend after all)...I'll admit, the first few months were 
cool, we shared a few laughs, but after it reached 6 months, things just went 
downhill and his behaviour towards me started to change. He didn't want to just 
cuddle anymore, he just wanted to screw me like I was his personal blow-up doll. 
He started getting "too friendly" with the other girls (even one of my close 
friends!) and him and one of his other friends started to hang out more (this 
friend also had a crush on me, and I found out that he was trying to break me 
and *DJ up). He ignored me for 2 weeks because of an argument we had, then he 
invited me to go with him the movies with a couple of friends of ours. He 
ignored me and told me he hated me, but when some drunk bastard beside me had 
tried to hit on me, he suddenly started protecting me. Oh what a hero, it took 
some drunkard to make him pay attention to me. After the movie, he apologized 
for being an asshole and asked for my forgiveness, just for him to continue to 
ignore me for the following week and dump me on Valentines day.

I remember all the notes he wrote to me, how he professed his love for me and 
told me "I hope that you'll find someone who'll love you for who you are, I hope 
that it's me." I confronted him about what he wrote and he said, "That's what a 
boyfriend is supposed to write, I didn't mean any of it". Isn't that sweet? 
After we unofficially broke up, most of my friends felt sorry for him (he had a 
sad puppy dog face at school 24/7) and they ignored me. No one wanted to mention 
my name to him, because "he couldn't handle it", but he was always the topic of 
conversation whenever they talked to me. To this day, most of them still protect 
him from the topic of his "ex girlfriend". It's been almost 2 years for the luv 
of gawd...

When the whole gang met for New Years last year, he would just glance over in my 
direction then turn away. Or he would start some chit chat with a few nasty 
remarks, where I would reply, "Why in hell are you talking to me for?" To this 
day, we still don't talk, and I've heard from my friends how "sorry" he was or 
"what a jerk" he was. Like I care. If he really wanted to be friends after we 
broke up, he would have tried to confront me by now and talk about it. But we 
both have someone else, and it took a horrible relationship to make us realize 
that we were DEFINATELY not made for each other.

Sure, I've had other ex's, some worse than *DJ, others less. But because of him, 
I went through hell: one night stands, not thinking I was good enough for 
anyone, and that I should keep my mouth shut because no one cares what I think, 
But that's all in the past, and though I hated him for a very long time, I don't 
have a vendetta against him anymore. There's a BBQ coming up, where I will see 
his new girlfriend and he will see my fianc‚. Hopefully we can both be civil 
towards each other and maybe in a few years, we'll finally be able to say 
"hello" to each other without grinding our teeth.

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6.  The Conspiracy Behind Girlfriends
    by IMPROV

I am now convinced of the extra sensory perception of women... Now I'm not just 
talking a mothers intuition, but I'm talking ALL women... well at least my 
girlfriend... She knows nothing of the following incident...

	This example of women's sixth sense takes place, for me, at work... Any of 
my regular readers (if there are any) will recall I work at a bingo hall... 
oops, sorry that is a Bingo Parlour... an acquaintance of mine, who happens to 
be an attractive girl, walks in... Normally an attractive girl would not be a 
big deal... BUT in a bingo hall this is rare occurrence... In a place where your 
main clientele is over-weight-over-aged-welfare-receiving-white-trash-stianed-
shirt-wearing-smelly-sometimes-mistaken-for-crack-whore-unemployment-poster-
girl-disgusting-wastes-of-flesh an attractive girl is a pleasant and welcomed 
change.  Some might say that every now and then, I a can be friendly guy... Some 
might even say that a really friendly guy... Some might even sat that a dabble 
in a little bit of flirting... Some just might say that a AM a flirt... And 
well... some might just say I'm a womaniser... So... you do the math...

Me...
Attractive girl...

	Hmmm... Now I'm not saying I have any intentions of taking this 
acquaintance back to my apartment or anything... in fact, I have no interest in 
her in any other capacity than a friend... but taking all of what others just 
might say about me... one could draw the conclusion that I was flirting with 
her... (just a little side note... she was playing with my hair...you know 
putting it into little Pebbles Flintstone type pig tails... Is that flirting?)  
So here I am engaging in a friendly conversation with this acquaintance of mine 
(who just happens to be attractive and a bit of a flirt herself) when the phone 
rings... GUESS WHO!!??  My girlfriend... now I have no problem with my 
girlfriend calling me at work... in fact she does it all the time...But not at 
the beginning of the night... Actually, she usually waits until the end of the 
night...

	Nothing strange, right?  Well perhaps if she had had a reason to call... 
but when I asked her... she "just felt like it"... Again, I have no problem with
this... And I'm not saying, "How dare she interrupt my flirting time!!??" ... 
What I am simply pointing out is that she had never called at that time for no 
reason before... What does that mean?... I'll tell ya what that means: It mean 
that mean everywhere should realise that no matter where they are or what 
they're doing,  a woman knows it all!!  They ate omnipotent!!  On a conscience 
level, my girlfriend had no clue why she felt like calling... she just did... 
One theory I have is that this girl I was flirting with knows I have a 
girlfriend and was setting me up... She telepathically told my girlfriend that 
something was askew... It's a conspiracy I tell you... Nothing short of a 
conspiracy.

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simply send an empty message to leave@capnasty.org.

In fact, I think Jerry McGuire sucks.  It sucked big time.  And the worse part 
was when everyone looked at that little shit (the little kid with the glasses) 
and said "awww, so cute".  I wanted to get up, pull out my automatics and start 
blasting some holes in the audience's empty heads.  I wonder if that little fuck 
is the same one that is in that commercial where he eats the McCain fries.  I 
know where I'd like to shove those fries... Bitter?  Who?  Me?  Naaah.


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