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I Want The Battleship, Ethyl!


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Peeve-of-the-Moment:
Fools who can't use turn signals when driving.

Little-known Catfish Fact Number Six:
He gave David Rostcheck attitude for Yuletide/Christmas one year; Cannister followed along after that.

"A construct made of cloned human tissue, augments, anxiety, depression, and unforcused rage, a killing machine for whichever humans rented me, until I made a mistake and got my brain destroyed."

Go check out Saki's World!

Want more spew? There's a bug in my office. Let's eavesdrop on the engineers...

And as a parting shot, the Weekly World Spew's movie theatre coming attractions:

   Just in time for Bastille Day!

   SEE the TERRIFYING New Feature

  *** Brides of the Nubile Bigfeet ***

   With the Spine-Tingling Co-Feature

   *** Hands of the Kamikazi Go-Go Girls ***

   Nutrasweet WILL BE Available at the Snackbar!

Cheers,
joe