Posted: Jan 14, 2000
"Howdy," said the Great Woofing Maniac, all dressed up in suede from head to toe, in the color of dried goldfish and sheared wheat, "I've come to give you some sort of psychological experience which you may or may not interpret as salvation, or epiphany, or perl."
"Sow chips!" Person of Indeterminate Gender said. "That's religion, or code, and I don't believe in either, nor will I accept either one in casual conversation unless accompanied by mean-spirited torture."
"No, it's ice cream," said the other guy.
"Oh. Pistachio please." said the PIG.
D.