Re: For Brent: CDC on sexual transmission

From: Frank de Groot (franciad_at_online.no)
Date: 01/21/05 

Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2005 18:56:48 +0100

"brent" <borgersbrent@yahoo.com> wrote in message

> Feel free. You're probably in much better condition than I am right
> now. Ever have a virus on top of a chronic disease? Fucking Yippee.

Huh, that's nothing, I have a bad case of neuroborreliosis PLUS infected
bladder/mouth/eyes with Candida PLUS the flu!

This reminds me of Monthy Python's:

Four well-dressed men sitting together at a vacation resort. "Farewell to
Thee" being played in the background on Hawaiian guitar.

Michael Palin: Ahh.. Very passable, this, very passable.

Graham Chapman: Nothing like a good glass of Chateau de Chassilier wine, ay
Gessiah?

Terry Gilliam: You're right there Obediah.

Eric Idle: Who'd a thought thirty years ago we'd all be sittin' here
drinking Chateau de Chassilier wine?

MP: Aye. In them days, we'd a' been glad to have the price of a cup o' tea.

GC: A cup ' COLD tea.

EI: Without milk or sugar.

TG: OR tea!

MP: In a filthy, cracked cup.

EI: We never used to have a cup. We used to have to drink out of a rolled up
newspaper.

GC: The best WE could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.

TG: But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.

MP: Aye. BECAUSE we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, "Money doesn't
buy you happiness."

EI: 'E was right. I was happier then and I had NOTHIN'. We used to live in
this tiiiny old house, with greaaaaat big holes in the roof.

GC: House? You were lucky to have a HOUSE! We used to live in one room, all
hundred and twenty-six of us, no furniture. Half the floor was missing; we
were all huddled together in one corner for fear of FALLING!

TG: You were lucky to have a ROOM! *We* used to have to live in a corridor!

MP: Ohhhh we used to DREAM of livin' in a corridor! Woulda' been a palace to
us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woken up
every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House!?
Hmph.

EI: Well when I say "house" it was only a hole in the ground covered by a
piece of tarpolin, but it was a house to US.

GC: We were evicted from *our* hole in the ground; we had to go and live in
a lake!

TG: You were lucky to have a LAKE! There were a hundred and sixty of us
living in a small shoebox in the middle of the road.

MP: Cardboard box?

TG: Aye.

MP: You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a
septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the morning, clean
the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down the mill for fourteen
hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, our Dad would thrash us to
sleep with his belt!

GC: Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the
morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill
every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the
head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY!

TG: Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at
twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had
half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at
the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would
slice us in two with a bread knife.

EI: Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an
hour before I went to bed, (pause for laughter), eat a lump of cold poison,
work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to
come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about
on our graves singing "Hallelujah."

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