quoted 12 lines Very important information; please read.
>Very important information; please read.
>The FCC released a warning last Wednesday to any user of the Internet.
>There is a "computer virus" that is being sent across the Internet by E-Mail.
>If you receive an E-Mail message with the subject line
>>>>>>>>>>" Good Times "<<<<<<<<<<
>>>>> DO NOT READ THE MESSAGE <<<<
>>>>> DELETE IT IMMEDIATELY <<<<
>It not only destroys your computer, but it goes into your list of E-Mail
>addresses and sends itself to all others on the list, and then proceeds
>to completely wipe out your hard drive and overdrive (overheat) your
>processor by sending it into an nth complexity binary loop.
>Remember the Virus' name "Good Times".
quoted 1 line Pass this along to your global mailing list as well.
>Pass this along to your global mailing list as well.
Don't give in to paranoia either...
Later,
Topher.
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I I got a job making money for the man, I
I Throwing chicken in the bucket with the soda pop can. I
I Puke green uniform on my back, I
I I had to set it on fire in a vat of chicken fat. I
I I leaped on the counter like a bird with no hair I
I Running through the mini-mall in my underwear. I
I I got lost downtown, couldn't find a ride home, I
I Sun went down, I got frozen to the bone I
I 'Til a hooker let me share her fake fur coat. I
I As I took a little nap, the cops picked up us both, I
I I tried to explain I was only trying to get warm. I
I I knew I never ever should have burnt my uniform. I
I He said: "Too bad. You want to bite the bullet hard, son?" I
I I didn't have no teeth, so I stole his gun I
I And I crawled out the window with my shadow on a spoon, I
I Dancing on the roof, shooting holes in the moon. I
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