Letters to the editor
Apparently I did find those letters
Voice mail
Or
they were just messages on my voice mail? Remember voice mail? Nobody
uses that anymore even though it still exists. Sometimes talking is so
much easier than typing, specially when you're driving and you only have
till the light changes to leave your message. The problem is when you
leave a voice mail nobody listens to it, they just text you back "what's
up?" and then you have to wait for another red light to answer it but
there is no more sure fire way to never get a red light than to need one
for something. I guess you can just text while driving but I'd rather not get into a car accident. I guess that makes me a square.
What a great idea! a mini-magazine which explores different
moods, genders, his spelling, not mine fashion, movie reviews, tofu recipes, clubs, bars, sexual
activities, party tips, trash telling columns and poems galore.
I think that everyone should get their hands on this zine.
If you are gay, a freak, punk, black, white, Hispanic, heterosexual, bisexual,
Chinese, this zine is for you.
Best wishes to the staff of the Hiroshima Club Beat. It’s
definitely more than a zine.
The Fruitman in Miami aka Albert aka Wansetta Boom Boom
Poem my little cousin made up but I’m gonna take credit for
it: I think Begly's cousin stole this poem from someone else too
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Candy is sweet
And so are you
I have a deep thought too:
I’m so freaking bored at work – dead bored.
By Begly
It’s great! Original! Funny!
It lets you release your frustrations from work, school or
home (living with overprotective parents). Keep up the great work!
Mister Man,
Miami, Fl
I have no idea who made this post.
Why is a chickpea neither a chick nor a pea?
Begly
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