$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$ hogz of entropy #150 $$$$$P $$$$ $$$$ moo, oink, up your butt. $$$$P $$$$ x$$$$ $$$P $$$$ xP$$$$ d$$$$$$$$$$$. $$$. $$$$xP $$$$ $$$$$$' >$$$$ $$$$$$$$$. $$$$P $$$$ 4$$$$$. .$$$$' $$$$'`4$$$b. $$$$ $$$$ 4$$$$$$$$$P' $$$$b 4$$$$b. $$$$$$$$$$$ 4$$$< %% $$$$$b 4$$$$$x $$$$$$$$$$$ 4$$$$$$$$$ %% >> "slit and slot; no, just coffee, thanks" << by -> Styx * STYX IS THE NEW OFFICIAL VICE PRESIDENT OF H0E! * ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- once upon a time there was a girl named slit whose parents divorced. then slit got fat and started to voluntarily regurgitate her food because she wanted to look like drew barrymore. when slit was finally thin enough to distinguish her tits from her stomach, she got herself a tattoo, various body piercings, and a boyfriend. he used slit for sex and she pretended not to notice. then he left slit for some other chick because he was sick and tired of the same pussy day in and day out. slit got upset and tried to kill herself. it didn't work, but she had another self-induced traumatic experience to use as an excuse for stupid shit she did. one day, when slit forgot to take her pills she realized she used him for sex, too, so she started getting horny again. slit also wanted to get back at him any way she could. slit fucked and blew boys left and right that her ex-boyfriend knew. slit's ex-boyfriend always found out who she fucked or blew, but he didn't care and neither did anybody else. slit convinced herself that everyone cared and that she was just being a fun teenager instead of a hooker, and if infact she was a hooker it was only because her parents were divorced and she used to be fat and tried to commit suicide once. slit partied on, her cunt getting looser and bigger with every fuck; her mandibles getting stronger and more flexible with every blow. slit knew a lot of deep lyrics and big words so nobody ever had the balls to tell her how much she sucked. they would just let slit fuck or blow them. slit's best friend's name was slot. when slot was younger all she did was sit inside and masturbate so she used her dull imagination to fabricate wild stories to replace her deadbeat past. nobody believed slot but she was so pathetic nobody had the balls to tell her how much she sucked. slot was convinced that everybody thought she was hot, when in reality everybody would just pretend to like slot in hopes of getting fucked or blown by her best friend slit because slit had bigger tits. slot never put out because she didn't want anyone to know she had a penis. slot followed slit everywhere she went. slit and slot went to the same college. slit and slot each drove the same kind of car. slit and slot would hold hands and pretend to be close. when slit and slot would hang around in large crowds, they would whisper inside jokes to each other and assume triumphant postures. when slit and slot went to restaurants, they would order the same meals and smoke each other's cigarettes. slit and slot would get tattoos and haircuts at the same time. slit and slot were generic hip spoiled-rotten gen-x coffee-guzzling skanking synchronized halfwit punk-rock cum recepticle sods. slit and slot's favorite pasttimes were taking advantage of young naive boys, going to raves, getting drunk, knowing everything that happened on MTV, talking about who they hate, talking about why they hate who they hate, doing their best to appreciate art, and pretending to not realize they were accomplishing nothing but sucking more and more. the 50s had greasers, the 60s had hippies, the 70s had punk and disco, and the 80s had pop. what do the 90s have? slit and slot, parading around your city fucking everything up for you. stop letting them. batter them. shoot them. bound, gag, and hang them. put them out of their fucking misery. they _want_ you to abuse them. it's HIP. do it. do it for them. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- * (c) HoE publications. HoE #150 -- written by Styx -- 12/12/97 *