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|I||Nonconfrontational Bitch on the Bus||1|
|II||I Have Always Felt the Voodoo Jive Is in Myself!||11|
|III||You Are a Very Small Pebble Impeding Our March Toward the Preservation of Our American Freedoms||21|
|IV||Flamma Lamma Ding Dong||43|
|V||Once, He Performed His Unusual Skill in a Restaurant, Startling a Waitress||61|
|VI||Many Womens Are Tickled Them Nose by Kleenex and Sneeze. Please Enjoy!||71|
|VII||I Could Do the Same Experiment with My Dog||87|
It is commonly said-but I believe it anyway-that the Internet is glutted with individuals who produce an unceasing and meaningless din: crackpots who are madly typ-typ-typing into the night, keyboard commanders run amok.
This is true. The Internet is thick with people who regularly blur the line between writing and spamming.
But buried diamondlike within this whorl of wire are the rare exceptions: a handful of people who distinguish themselves by the originality of their vision and by the zeal with which they hurl it into cyberspace.
I'm talking about people like the Frenchman, now living in southern California, who captions the erotic photoplays on his website in a misspelled and mangled English, producing gems of dialogue such as
A little enthousiasm could do marvel around here!
I'm talking about people like the Michigan bed-and-breakfast owner whose ad assures us,
Everything is garnished.
I'm talking about people like the movie reviewer on a Christian site whose review of the South Park movie catalogues various "examples of ignominy in this celluloid developed in the fiery pits of hell," including the scene in which "an all-male chorus line wore pink bikini briefs," and the fact that the Lord's name was taken in vain seventeen times, and, perhaps most upsetting, that Angels were portrayed as nude-very nude-females.