" BIG AL" wrote in message
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THIS IS K4OKA THE CARING STATION. HO HO

STOP PLAYING WITH YOURSELF BOY.

HO HO


I hear that Captain Truth was invited up to give the Guest Sermon
at one of those "snake-handling" churches up in the mountains of
Western NC recently. (That's right, C.T. was permitted to learn on the
lectern and speak to the congregation) What power! They were
all rapt with attention as he eventually launched into his homily:
"Why Does God Give Us Gastro-enteritis ?" Then, proclaiming
with the power of Daniel Webster, he thundered: "So we can FART
like THIS glub dammit!!" Then, grasping the lectern's side white knuckled
and with a look of sheer insane delight in his bloodshot eyes, he promptly
raised his right leg to a 45° angle and let fly with a pants-splitting
anyl depth charge of hitherto unheard of duration, bass and volume.

His lovely portly wife, Betty Dee Badabumski, who wonders every day
how she landed him for a hubby, asked several people "who that man up
there was?" before the sheer stench and rising barometric pressure
sent everyone running for the fresh NC mountain air via the doors
and 2 out windows. (the snakes in the cage were also gone, having
bent the wire cages and slithered out the back door) C.T. was asked
not to return by spontaneous vote, wherupon he hopped into his
1977 Caddy with Betty Dee and was last seen heading back in the
direction of Hickory...

(word has it that he's been invited to call next week
at the 1st AME Church of The Apostolic Friday
night Bingo game. Let's hope they don't let him
near the buckets of fried chicken and Pepsi while
he's pullin numbered ping-pong bingo balls...)

" BIG AL" wrote in message
...
THIS IS K4OKA THE CARING STATION. HO HO

STOP PLAYING WITH YOURSELF BOY.

HO HO


I hear that Captain Truth was invited up to give the Guest Sermon
at one of those "snake-handling" churches up in the mountains of
Western NC recently. (That's right, C.T. was permitted to learn on the
lectern and speak to the congregation) What power! They were
all rapt with attention as he eventually launched into his homily:
"Why Does God Give Us Gastro-enteritis ?" Then, proclaiming
with the power of Daniel Webster, he thundered: "So we can FART
like THIS glub dammit!!" Then, grasping the lectern's side white knuckled
and with a look of sheer insane delight in his bloodshot eyes, he promptly
raised his right leg to a 45° angle and let fly with a pants-splitting
anyl depth charge of hitherto unheard of duration, bass and volume.

His lovely portly wife, Betty Dee Badabumski, who wonders every day
how she landed him for a hubby, asked several people "who that man up
there was?" before the sheer stench and rising barometric pressure
sent everyone running for the fresh NC mountain air via the doors
and 2 out windows. (the snakes in the cage were also gone, having
bent the wire cages and slithered out the back door) C.T. was asked
not to return by spontaneous vote, wherupon he hopped into his
1977 Caddy with Betty Dee and was last seen heading back in the
direction of Hickory...

(word has it that he's been invited to call next week
at the 1st AME Church of The Apostolic Friday
night Bingo game. Let's hope they don't let him
near the buckets of fried chicken and Pepsi while
he's pullin numbered ping-pong bingo balls...)