Hmmm.....

Who may I freak'n ask is write'n all this nonsense cock and bull stories... WHO? Is it really scooter, the misterious rider? Or is it Migeul, the know-it-all of scrary stories such as "My sister Balinda"? Or could it be good ol' J2... Hmm.. we may never know, but one thing is sure... See one day, back in the day, they made dirtbikes out of water and wood and sometimes the stuff that comes out of your dirty,dirty bum... but who am I too know? Any way I was riding my woodbike, and too my surprise it caught fire!! Seams someone torched it with vodka and brandy, then took a lighter and farted so it caught fire. I jumped off, nearly missing a marsh pit of fish heads and dead bodys when out of no where: Scooter Mcgruff and his gang of "SAY NO TO DRUGS" campain. He said Only you can prevent forest fires. Well the rest of the story involves Miguel touching me in non-appropriate places... such as my bum and other no no spots. Well END OF STORY!

-- Anna Smithol (raceman@aol.com), July 29, 2000

Answers

your an idiot

-- (motoman41@aol.com), July 29, 2000.

but a creative idiot at least!

-- Toml (tom@nemx.org), July 30, 2000.