From: Kent Crispin <kent@songbird.com>
To: Robert Hettinga <rah@shipwright.com>
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UTC Datetime: 1997-04-13 06:37:18 UTC
Raw Date: Sat, 12 Apr 1997 23:37:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kent Crispin <kent@songbird.com>
Date: Sat, 12 Apr 1997 23:37:18 -0700 (PDT)
To: Robert Hettinga <rah@shipwright.com>
Subject: Re: "...markets are fundamentally chaotic, not efficient"? Really?
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On Sat, Apr 12, 1997 at 04:57:57PM -0400, Robert Hettinga wrote:
> Mr. Crispin?
>
> Fuck you. With a brick.
[...]
> Having watched you for a while, and having determined that you have nothing
> new to add to the discussions here, I have no compunction whatsoever about
> putting you into my killfile.
>
> With a brick, Mr. Cretin^h^h^h^hispin.
>
> <Plonk!>
>
> Cheers,
> Bob Hettinga
Well, you've probably all seen this before, but somehow it seemed
appropriate for the occasion:
Pierre, the French fighter pilot, takes his girlfriend, Marie, out
for a pleasant little picnic by the river Seine. It's a beautiful
day and love is in the air so Marie leans over to Pierre and says:
"Pierre, kiss me!". So our hero grabs a bottle of red wine and
passionately splashes it on Marie's lips.
"What are you doing, Pierre?" shrieks Marie.
"Well, my name is Pierre, the French Fighter Pilot, and when I have
red meat I like to have red wine!"
His answer is good enough for Marie and things begin to heat up.
So she says: "Pierre, kiss me lower."
Our hero rips off her blouse, grabs a bottle of white wine and
starts pouring it all over her breasts.
"Pierre, what are you doing?"
"My name is Pierre, the French Fighter Pilot, and when I have white
meat, I like to have white wine!"
They resume their passionate interlude and things really steam up.
Marie leans over once more and softly whispers into his ear:
"Pierre, kiss me lower." Pierre tears off her underwear, grabs a
bottle of Cognac and sprinkles it all over. He grabs a match and
lights it on fire. Patting the flames out furiously, Marie
screams: "PIERRE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!?"
"My name is Pierre, the French Fighter Pilot, and when I go down, I
go down in flames!"
--
Kent Crispin "No reason to get excited",
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