Joe Provo's World-Wide-Weirdness

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Rather Obvious Catfish Provo Fact Number Seventy:
He is a member of the System Administrator's Guild

"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? For a pleasant return to childhood, why not visit the Land of Make-Believe.

And as a parting shot, meditate upon this classic Zen koan:

One evening, a student was walking by the market when he spied a sage.
"Oh Master," said the student, "How do I make true youth?"
The master bounced a rubber chicken off the student's head.
Then, the student became Enlightened.

Cheers,
joe