ARPAVAX:glickman (08/03/82)
I am quite thermally prepared to divest myself of any primal semblance of moral virtue remaining. Zippy will help me. Zippy the pinhead. Look! He's behind you! He wants to speak to you. He's got a score to settle. The rent is due. Zippy pays on time or it's his feet pounding the pavement, subterraneously generating those ham and pineapple pizzas. Zippy's a man I'd like to meet. I've met him, though. He's system-defined. In general (I like this one) pinheads approximate the I.Q. of a 3 year-old, but that doesn't stop them from amassing a respectable vocabulary. I'd like to meet Marlon Brando. Frank Sinatra (here's a hint - throw pies at yourself and then run away). James Cagney . . . James Cagney! I'd like to pretend I'm James Cagney and having an intense and uptight experience. Expend those Palestinians. Use'em. March'em. Work them like dogs eminence? I've been there, I know. I'll go anywhere except Cleveland. What am I in Milwaulkee? Can I have a drug overdose (now!). Play these tapes. I'm in charge. Are they discussing Star Wars? It's O.K. I'm an intellectual too. Don't worry. Your among friends. Zippy assures you. He's having an identical crisis! Boy, the Korean war sure must have been fun. I'm Zippy. Who are you? Good question. Where are those dead soldiers? Minimal. Time for a bubble gum run. Oh no, wait, looks like I can drag another giant sweet tart from the depths of my pocket. It was hiding. Projectile information. I'd like to hit a suburban housewife with a giant grape sweettart from a moving motorcycle. Strictly Zippy. If I run down this hall, I'm having fun! Have a good one, gang, the drinks are on Zippy. Matt
wmartin (08/04/82)
Can we expect next an online "Griffy Gazette"? TWill