MR. SHELTON,

YOU ARE A FILLIN YOURESELF UP ON BULLSHIT; YOU AINT GOT NO WIFE JUST 6 SIX
PUSSY KATZ., BACK IN KENTUCY MOST OF EM OF YOURE TIPE HAD A FLOCK.,

THIS HERE AINT HARD TO FIGGER OUT.

FATTY

"BULLFROG" > wrote in message
. ..
> MR. SHELTON,
>
> YOU ARE A FILLIN YOURESELF UP ON BULLSHIT; YOU AINT GOT NO WIFE JUST 6
> SIX PUSSY KATZ., BACK IN KENTUCY MOST OF EM OF YOURE TIPE HAD A FLOCK.,
>
> THIS HERE AINT HARD TO FIGGER OUT.
>
> FATTY
>

I don't know, guys, Fatty's winning his way into my heart. When you're
right, you're right, after all.

cyberTWOOT screams:

> "BULLFROG" > wrote in message
> . ..
> > MR. SHELTON,
> >
> > YOU ARE A FILLIN YOURESELF UP ON BULLSHIT; YOU AINT GOT NO WIFE JUST 6
> > SIX PUSSY KATZ., BACK IN KENTUCY MOST OF EM OF YOURE TIPE HAD A FLOCK.,
> >
> > THIS HERE AINT HARD TO FIGGER OUT.
> >
> > FATTY
> >
>
> I don't know, guys, Fatty's winning his way into my heart. When you're
> right, you're right, after all.


"For her visit to Dr. Morrow's birth control clinic, cybercat got all dolled
up in her "business casual" best...

She donned gold lame flip - flops...a pair of puce Oscar the Grouch 'daisy
dukes'...a white nylon net see see - thru top emblazoned with the words "A
NICE PAIR"...no braw, natch...

She had artfully concealed the skeeter bite scabs on her legs with
Clearasil...her upper lip still stung from last nite's application of
Nair...and her head was surrounded by an ozone - layer depleting cloud of
Spray Net...

TO BE CONTINUED..."

--
Best
Greg

On Oct 22, 5:35?pm, "Gregory Morrow"
> wrote:
> cyberTWOOT screams:
>
> > "BULLFROG" > wrote in message
> ...
> > > MR. SHELTON,
>
> > > YOU ARE A FILLIN YOURESELF UP ON BULLSHIT; YOU AINT GOT NO WIFE JUST 6
> > > SIX PUSSY KATZ., BACK IN KENTUCY MOST OF EM OF YOURE TIPE HAD A FLOCK.,
>
> > > THIS HERE AINT HARD TO FIGGER OUT.
>
> > > FATTY
>
> > I don't know, guys, Fatty's winning his way into my heart. When you're
> > right, you're right, after all.
>
> "For her visit to Dr. Morrow's birth control clinic, cybercat got all dolled
> up in her "business casual" best...
>
> She donned gold lame flip - flops...a pair of puce Oscar the Grouch 'daisy
> dukes'...a white nylon net see see - thru top emblazoned with the words "A
> NICE PAIR"...no braw, natch...
>
> She had artfully concealed the skeeter bite scabs on her legs with
> Clearasil...her upper lip still stung from last nite's application of
> Nair...and her head was surrounded by an ozone - layer depleting cloud of
> Spray Net...
>
> TO BE CONTINUED..."

I know you didn't taste her (heavens ferbid) but tell us what she
smells like, if you can... I'm assuming you're checking her out at
1000 yards with a spotting scope, don't want to catch anything... but
even at that distance you should get a putrid whiff of common
stinkhorn when the wind is right. Here's a sex partner befitting a
cyber****: http://www.fungi4schools.org/Documen...postcard11.JPG

"Sheldon" > wrote in message
oups.com...
> On Oct 22, 5:35?pm, "Gregory Morrow"
> > wrote:
>> cyberTWOOT screams:
>>
>> > "BULLFROG" > wrote in message
>> ...
>> > > MR. SHELTON,
>>
>> > > YOU ARE A FILLIN YOURESELF UP ON BULLSHIT; YOU AINT GOT NO WIFE JUST
>> > > 6
>> > > SIX PUSSY KATZ., BACK IN KENTUCY MOST OF EM OF YOURE TIPE HAD A
>> > > FLOCK.,
>>
>> > > THIS HERE AINT HARD TO FIGGER OUT.
>>
>> > > FATTY
>>
>> > I don't know, guys, Fatty's winning his way into my heart. When you're
>> > right, you're right, after all.
>>
>> "For her visit to Dr. Morrow's birth control clinic, cybercat got all
>> dolled
>> up in her "business casual" best...
>>
>> She donned gold lame flip - flops...a pair of puce Oscar the Grouch
>> 'daisy
>> dukes'...a white nylon net see see - thru top emblazoned with the words
>> "A
>> NICE PAIR"...no braw, natch...
>>
>> She had artfully concealed the skeeter bite scabs on her legs with
>> Clearasil...her upper lip still stung from last nite's application of
>> Nair...and her head was surrounded by an ozone - layer depleting cloud of
>> Spray Net...
>>
>> TO BE CONTINUED..."
>
> I know you didn't taste her (heavens ferbid) but tell us what she
> smells like, if you can... I'm assuming you're checking her out at
> 1000 yards with a spotting scope, don't want to catch anything... but
> even at that distance you should get a putrid whiff of common
> stinkhorn when the wind is right. Here's a sex partner befitting a
> cyber****:
> http://www.fungi4schools.org/Documen...postcard11.JPG


That fly would feel right at home.

Sheldon wrote:

> On Oct 22, 5:35?pm, "Gregory Morrow"
> > wrote:
> > cyberTWOOT screams:
> >
> > > "BULLFROG" > wrote in message
> > ...
> > > > MR. SHELTON,
> >
> > > > YOU ARE A FILLIN YOURESELF UP ON BULLSHIT; YOU AINT GOT NO WIFE
JUST 6
> > > > SIX PUSSY KATZ., BACK IN KENTUCY MOST OF EM OF YOURE TIPE HAD A
FLOCK.,
> >
> > > > THIS HERE AINT HARD TO FIGGER OUT.
> >
> > > > FATTY
> >
> > > I don't know, guys, Fatty's winning his way into my heart. When you're
> > > right, you're right, after all.
> >
> > "For her visit to Dr. Morrow's birth control clinic, cybercat got all
dolled
> > up in her "business casual" best...
> >
> > She donned gold lame flip - flops...a pair of puce Oscar the Grouch
'daisy
> > dukes'...a white nylon net see see - thru top emblazoned with the words
"A
> > NICE PAIR"...no braw, natch...
> >
> > She had artfully concealed the skeeter bite scabs on her legs with
> > Clearasil...her upper lip still stung from last nite's application of
> > Nair...and her head was surrounded by an ozone - layer depleting cloud
of
> > Spray Net...
> >
> > TO BE CONTINUED..."
>
> I know you didn't taste her (heavens ferbid) but tell us what she
> smells like, if you can... I'm assuming you're checking her out at
> 1000 yards with a spotting scope,


I am spotting her foul - smelling slimish self from the Arecibo Deep Space
Array radio telescope in Puerto Rico, even thought technically there is no
oxygen and thus no air in the asteroid belt BEYOND Pluto fer billyuns of
miles, her stinky stench still wafts about...


you don't want to catch anything... but
> even at that distance you should get a putrid whiff of common
> stinkhorn when the wind is right. Here's a sex partner befitting a
> cyber****:


Yep, cybertwoot's "toot" looks like something from one of those WWII VD
films that were produced for the troops...

Her pic should be posted in EVERY "prophylactic station"...

You know, I remember stinkhorns from when I was a kid on the farm, they grew
on "cow pies"...


http://www.fungi4schools.org/Documen...postcard11.JPG
>

I see in the pic above that SQWERTZ is snailishly oogling and rambling
about...why are we not surprised...

Lol...

You COULD not make this up, it describes cyberTWOOT to a "T"...lol :


http://www.floridata.com/tracks/tran...stinkhorns.cfm


"Pee-yew! Those smelly stinkhorn fungi

By Ginny Stibolt

This weird fungus, octopus stinkhorn or
deadman's fingers, smells like carrion.
Yuck!!

I love finding surprises in the garden, but not these obnoxious winter
fungi. Two different species of stinkhorns have popped out of their egg-like
cases in several areas. I know fungi are beneficial for good soil and all,
but stinkhorns are NOT a welcome addition..

The odor of the octopus stinkhorn (Clathrus columnatus) with its weird
orange fruiting body is so strong, you can smell it from 50 feet away. I
gagged and my eyes watered as I removed about ten pounds(!) of them...


The stinkhorns

Stinkhorns are appropriately named, as they all have a foul-smelling slime
covering some part of the fruiting body. The slime attracts flies and other
insects that normally feed on or lay their eggs in carrion or feces. The
spores either adhere to or are eaten by the insects and are dispersed far
and wide by the duped insects. It's ingenious really, but before you give
the stinkhorns credit for originality, many flowering plants also produce a
foul stench to attract flies for pollen dispersal..

All stinkhorns arise from an egg-like sack and are therefore related to
puffballs and earthstars because the spores are enclosed in a structure. See
the picture of my octopus stinkhorn with eggs that would have sprouted the
next day. The two stinkhorn families, phallaceae and clathraceae, are
classified according to the structure of the fruiting body and I'm lucky(?)
enough to have a representative from each family.

The octopus stinkhorn (Clathrus columnatus) with its branched fingers
belongs to the Clathraceae family. The dark colored slime clings to the
inside of the structure and smells like something died. I found a couple of
these in various gardens where the previous owner had piled on the red bark
mulch, but I found about ten pounds of them in the area where I had
transferred some of that mulch. I could see the white threads of mycelium in
the mulch as I moved it, but if I'd known that I was facilitating
stinkhorns, I'd have disposed of the whole pile right then. That's why this
is an adventure, you just never know what will happen.

I triple bagged all those smelly octopi stinkhorns and their eggs and left
them with the trash, but I still saw vultures circling overhead looking in
vain for something dead. I found out while researching this article that
there is a big market for the stinkhorn eggs in Asia, and some people claim
that if you slice and fry the eggs, they're quite edible. Given their putrid
stench once they're out of the egg, I'm not at all tempted....

As you might have guessed from the family name, phallaceae, this group has a
familiar shape and size. I've been finding these seven or eight-inch-tall
Ravenel's stinkhorns (Phallus ravenelii) for the last few months, mostly
right in the front garden near our front door. Sometimes they grow in a
group; other times as single shoots. They sprout up from an egg-like sack
overnight with their brown slime smelling more like feces and less like
carrion, though not nearly as strong as the octopus stinkhorns. By the end
of the day, they look like they could use a dose of Viagra...

Similarly shaped stinkhorns that grow in Europe have caused a ruckus over
the centuries. Pliny The Elder wrote about them in the first century and
people in the Victorian era were incensed. Charles Darwin's grandniece wrote
about her Aunt Etty, Darwin's eldest daughter:

" 'In our native woods there grows a kind of toadstool, called in the
vernacular The Stinkhorn, though in Latin it bears a grosser name. This name
is justified, for the fungus can be hunted by the scent alone; and this was
Aunt Etty's greatest invention: armed with a basket and a pointed stick, and
wearing a special hunting cloak and gloves, she would sniff her way round
the wood, pausing here and there, her nostrils twitching, when she caught
whiff of her prey; then at last, with a deadly pounce, she would fall upon
her victim, and then poke his putrid carcass into her basket....The catch
was brought back and burnt in deepest secrecy on the drawing-room fire, with
all the doors locked, because of the morals of the maids! ' [Gwen Raverat, a
niece of Charles Darwin]'."

In West Virginia near the Pocatalico River (shortened to Poca) there's
another story:
"The Poca Post announces the release of a new stamp recognizing the official
mushroom of the Poca River.

"The mushroom is commonly known as a 'stinkhorn' (genus Phallus, var.
fridlii). The fungus is very closely related to the more common Phallus
ravenelii which is often found in sawdust piles and old lumber yards east of
the Mississippi River.

"The Poca variant gets its name from an incident that occurred in 1887 in a
lumbering area north of the Poca. A lumberjack, Fulton Fridley, passed away
on a cold January day as he was working a buck saw. His co-workers, unable
to inter him because of frozen ground, buried him in a sawdust pile until
the spring thaw.

"When they returned in the spring to bury the body, they found a P. fridlii
mushroom growing on the sawdust. Thinking that they were seeing a portion of
Mr. Fridley pushing up through the sawdust, they fled as quickly as possible
fearing that Fridley had spectral powers. When cooler heads prevailed, the
truth was discovered. Following the incident this variety of the mushroom
became locally known as the Fridley Toadstool, and has been recorded in the
annals of mycology as Phallus fridlii. According to the scientific
literature, the fungus is edible, but not recommended."

For more information on Stinkhorns see: Kuo, M. (2004, November).
Stinkhorns: Phallaceae and Clathraceae on the MushroomExpert.Com Web site.

In case you see me peering in and around my mulched garden beds, I'm looking
for rude and smelly surprises. And you can bet that I will NOT be buying the
red colored mulch from which the all my stinkhorns have sprouted..."

</>

On Oct 22, 5:35?pm, "Gregory Morrow"
> wrote:
> cyberTWOOT screams:
>
> > "BULLFROG" > wrote in message
> ...
> > > MR. SHELTON,
>
> > > YOU ARE A FILLIN YOURESELF UP ON BULLSHIT; YOU AINT GOT NO WIFE JUST 6
> > > SIX PUSSY KATZ., BACK IN KENTUCY MOST OF EM OF YOURE TIPE HAD A FLOCK.,
>
> > > THIS HERE AINT HARD TO FIGGER OUT.
>
> > > FATTY
>
> > I don't know, guys, Fatty's winning his way into my heart. When you're
> > right, you're right, after all.
>
> "For her visit to Dr. Morrow's birth control clinic, cybercat got all dolled
> up in her "business casual" best...
>
> She donned gold lame flip - flops...a pair of puce Oscar the Grouch 'daisy
> dukes'...a white nylon net see see - thru top emblazoned with the words "A
> NICE PAIR"...no braw, natch...
>
> She had artfully concealed the skeeter bite scabs on her legs with
> Clearasil...her upper lip still stung from last nite's application of
> Nair...and her head was surrounded by an ozone - layer depleting cloud of
> Spray Net...
>
> TO BE CONTINUED..."


I know you didn't taste her (heavens ferbid) but tell us what she
smells like, if you can... I'm assuming you're checking her out at
1000 yards with a spotting scope, don't want to catch anything... but
even at that distance you should get a putrid whiff of common
stinkhorn when the wind is right. Here's a sex partner befitting a
cyber****: http://www.fungi4schools.org/Documen...postcard11.JPG