} You could ask for a copy of my Greatest Hits album:
} > Why hasn't anyone killed Robin Leach yet?
} Nobody has found enough salt to pour on him.
} You could ask for original songs by the original artists:
} "Last niiiiight, I masturbated,
} It felt so good, I knew it would,
} Last niiiiight, I masturbated,
} It felt so nice, I did it twice,
} Mashed it, bashed it, threw it on the floor,
} Smacked it, cracked it, slammed it in the door,
} I beat my meat, I beat my meat, I beat my MEEEEEAT,
} I beat my meat, I beat my meat, I beat my MEEEEEAT..."
} (From "The ECE Major's Anthem")
} Or of course you could ask me questions like I was some low-rate
} Dear Abby:
} > Oh Oracle tell me please, right now I'm in the terminal room
} > playing TinyMud (nothing unusual, that's all I ever do) and
} > a girl walked in (I think it was a girl, I'm not sure but
} > I've seen pictures in books) and she looked at me for almost
} > half a second! Does she want my dick pounding in her night
} > after night? Please tell me! She might finish typing her
} > essay any second!
} And I could give answers more along the lines of Mr. Mike's Least
} Loved Bedtime Stories:
} No, of course not! You stupid dimwit! All you do all day
} is play TinyMud and avoid reality! Get a life! Of course,
} the reason I'm being so caustic is because I have the same
} problem, but I'd never admit to it.
} But the best thing you can do with me is give me total setup
} questions so I can get posted on the Usenet Oracularities and become
} The Oracle has orificed.