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It's about a not-so mentally stable hacker living in a beaten downtown fl at living with his three legged, four nutted boxer pup named peppy and his love r, who was really just full of hot air if you know what I mean. Well, hello, my names Rob. Yes, i'm the great mad hacke r that rampages through your twenty-five columned screen. See, i just woke up to my damned gimpdog twenty minutes ago, and i'm h ungry. Not the hungry you and I feel but the hungry, you know, to get rid of the sleeping symptoms. I ha ve a whole box full of fruit loops, seems like i've had them for a decade, who c ares about the damn expiration dates anymore, if it tastes good eat it, well tha ts my problem. In all my lazy ways I have finally come across running out of s omething important, milk, this cereal is completely impossible to eat and enjoy without that certainsoggy taste. So, I better get my  ass down to the supermarket. I shove the evilcereal  back into it's cabinet for later. Amazingly men at t his age still wear pj's to bed, and, well, uhhmhmmhm, at least I do. So, witho ut further ado I get the keys to my voltswagon bus, these are the cars dreams  are made of. I turn the key, and the engine yawns at me. It really d oesn't seem to want to wakeup either today, but the engine doesn't need mil k with gasoline. After, say about two hours of fiddling with the bus, i've fo und the problem, my stupid-ass neighbors gangster eight year old took my spark p lug again. I march up the stairs and on the way up their I run into my old fian ce Anne, and she puts the spark plug in my hand saying something of that litt le shit was using itas some kind of anal penetrator.  Well, she offered to go on a date with me to the drive-in again. I got back down to my parking space and  drove off, on my way to the supermarket I saw what had to be the most ghastli est moron trying to get a ride. This black guy was i n a speedo, on the biggest road in New York, what a moron. His hair was dyed in a peculiar fashion, it a lmost looked like Juanita the whore's bush, but he'd need a little more green hair dye for that one. I arrive, finally, at the beloved supermarket, and I f ind I had barely enough gasoline to park my car after it cut-out on me six ti mes trying to back in to a space in the lot. Their is this huge sale going on at the supermarket, it's amassing all the way down the sidewalk of the plaza, th e cheap speakers areblaring things about sales that e ven ewheat erhhmmm god would have not been ableto und erstand. Well, I have a new problem, I have no money. My wallet is forty miles away at my flat. I begin to poke around the many sales, boo ths, and rattle at those annoying few who attempt to carry out their time teste d sales bitch i meanpitch on me. It really became an noying, some rat-bastard tried to sell me a .05horse- power vacuum that ran on an aaa battery. Pretty pathe tic, huh? Well, wheni turned around to go see the ste reo special I glanced back and found he ripped the entire thing of an advanced swedish made penis enlarger,  jeez, did he seem wrapped up in his marketing "tools", i've got Anne to do tha t to me, I think sherates around four or five horsepo wer. Well, I remembered the good old days whenI was nuts about hooking up and nigger-rigging stereo-system s for all of my bestbuds. I saw among the show-case of impressive equipment an un-assembled stereo,I need ed the money, and I figured it wouldn't take all that long so I asked the man in charge of the booth if I c ould do it for say five bucks, and he said go for it. Off I went, the thing was operating to the beats of  the village people in less then two hours. So, he handed me my money, and I he aded off into the store leaving the people at the booth in village people hell . I bought my milk,I was happy, but shit, I didn't h ave any gasoline money, and no change, since I burned the rest on that nice looking girl in the alley by th e supermarket. All,this fussing about seems to have woken me up, but I still have my milk, so, I drank some of it, and sat down, seeing the sky darken, and I  headed off down theroad into the sunset, but then, u gh, this ugly guy came around. The man drove up to me, his face smiling, his face ugly. . I've never seen someone uglier then he was, but he gave me good advice,  1800COLLECT, and a pay-phone seemed to appear out of no-where on the side of th e road so i went inside and while I was wading through the torrents of messag es these little kidsbegan pressing their faces up aga inst the phone-booth's transparent walls, and Itook o ut my nightstick, you find the strangest things in you r hands after your done with that nice girl in the supermarket alley, talk abou t kinky. Well I called Anne, she picked me up, it took half an hour, but it was fun to beat the hell out of children. Off into t he sunset, but Anne didn't want me for sex, sheneeded  me to hack her bank account and change her balance, b ut i made my mind, hack for sex, now thats the business. We had many children,  and I had many successful hacks, they never did catch me, that just proves how stupid they are. Till next time.... Signing off... Rusted SAUCE00dirtywhore ruzted laz 19970716'7P]