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To: Druss who wrote (4537)	6/16/1998 8:46:00 PM
From: Mr.Manners	Respond to of 12754

Living In The City There are so many reasons I love living in the city. Here are a few. Today I do a bunch of laundry and some flaming dickheads come in, after it is crowded with 5000lb Samoan midgets who appear to be doing the clothes for their entire island, and these genetic retards proceed to splatter chips and Coke all over the floor while entertaining themselves with their own tape recorder at a decibel level Helen Keller would be sure to hear. Despite the fact that several geezers keel over foaming at the mouth and farting hymns the wankers of course do not notice because they are too busy saying Motherfu&^&r every 2 seconds. Besides which they got rap and reggae all over my clothes. Later I go to the grocery store and spot Elmer Fuddsky crossing the street. I stop and let some woman pass to the other side, and Fuddsky believes that he can then nap across as well, though to let me go would only take 2 seconds, while his journey would be accompanied by the setting of the sun and breakfast. I go anyway. He yells out ''peachka." (which has something to do with a female body part in either Polish or Ukrainian) Since I have to mail a letter I stop - get out, mail it, and as he is passing drop him an air biscuit with vocal description.. "Courba" which is Russian for the equivalent of the female body part he felt it necessary to let me know he was looking for. This causes him, once I am driving away, to stare hard after me and memorise my license plate (there goes all that book l'arning) with visions of Seig Heiling the local commandants about how he was terrorised while merely searching for numbits with which to fill his perogi pouch. There are 8 million wankers in the naked city - and they all seem to make a rest stop in the same place. Mr. Manners