parks@noao.UUCP (Jay Parks) (10/07/85)
Imagine, if you will, a man just barely alive. You are about to enter the fantastic world of forensic medecine. Strange visitor from another planet, all the world is waiting for you and the powers you possess -- a firey horse at the speed of light. Man, woman, birth, death, infinity, overture, curtain, lights. The bluest skies you've ever seen are in space, the final frontier. Good morning Mr. Phelps, meet George Jetson. Sit right down and you'll hear a tale, the story of a lovely lady. Baby, if you ever wondered, come and knock on our door. Love, shining and new, this is it! How can you make it on your own -- making your way in the world today? Well, we're movin' on up, the modern stone age family. They're creepy and they're kookie boss, da plane, da plane. When evil in this world appears, Batman, do not attempt to adjust your television set. Listen to a story 'bout a man named Jed, your friendly neighborhood spiderman. This is the city -- Los Angeles. There are a million stories in the naked city, but green acres is the place to be. (post replies before midnight tonight and recive the amazing "Ginsu Debugging Tool". It hacks and whacks.) Jay Parks (decvax!hao!ihnp4!seismo)!noao!parks
crandell@ut-sally.UUCP (Jim Crandell) (10/07/85)
>They're creepy and they're kookie boss, da plane, da plane.
Maybe so, but it sounds more like Chicago.
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Jim Crandell, C. S. Dept., The University of Texas at Austin
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