Tuenight at schlesisches 42 at 11pm...
The concept of salmon swimming upstream will be turned upside down when the polar ice caps melt. Salmon swimming sideways and maybe even just going nowhere will populate the ocean, henceforth to be known of as the massive. The massive was coincidentally named by "the guy with the boat". Which brings me to Tuesday night. Imagine we are all salmon and we want to know that we will be able to find our way upstream to our final resting place. How better to ensure this than an elaborate beeping system?
This tuesday night amongst other themas, we will have an elaborate beeping system.
Bring your salmon napkins.
cheers!
A

RESPONSE:
Bring your salmon napkins?
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Your walking onto thin ice Mr Mailing Man!
I appeal to the 1453 people on this list, instead of going to Mr Mailing Man's SATAN gig I'd like to invite you to an enlightened meeting of souls who don't make jokey emails bout fish, but we eat them on Friday.
We will be convening at 42 Schlesisches Str at 11pm on Tuesday night and promise to teach by example and not just with brimstones and we declare Tuesday night is a Ladies night. It doesn't have anything to do with them all getting in FREE. it's just THEIR night.
yours genuinely
Master Louis Hevinger

RESPONSE:
Mr Hevinger, I, GOD, accuse you of discriminating against the mens! We can come together as a people and fight against global issues like sideways swimming salmon and "people with boats having the right to names things", but we can only do it if we all go to 42 Schlesisches Str at 11pm on Tuesday night, I hereby declare Tuesday night a Ladies and the Mens Night! As a member of my group and affiliated belief system that remains nameless and unsaid...All Ladies and the Mens is equalled!
GOD

RESPONSE:
Hevinger did it.
Hevinger should do it.
I say we bring in Hevinger

'I say we bring in Hevinger', Gromley shrugged. Carson looked at him. I waited for him to object, but he didn't. I almost blurted out what I knew, but then I thought of Dinkers, stranded out there on the moor, his radio in tatters. I started to sweat. Carson clapped his hands. 'Well, gentlemen. Should we get to it?' I started to sweat.

oh, fuck it, i guess it's way too late for any of this.
A

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