Newsletter 7
Ha ha, thought you were off the hook, didn't you! You thought your prayers had been answered and that weird guy had finally lost your email adress or something. Well I didn't! You can't escape the FDLFDWCTT that easily! Truth is, I was abducted by a UFO, taken to the front of an alien rebellion in the Delta Quadrant, and forced to work on one of their Weda nut farms for low wages and and little or no food. Conditions in the worker camps were horrible, and the in-room movies were even worse. Lucky for you I'm a hoopy frood, and even though I didn't know where my towel was I managed to build myself a small but fuctional spacecraft from old ciggarette butts and fly home. So here, better late than never, is the seventh newsletter.

And now, what you've all been waiting for; (woo hoo, I used a semicolon) the position thingys (da da da dah). Marci, as she announced in a mass email, is The Bomb (though those of us who know her knew that already), Courtney is The Scanner Goddess, Jena is a Voluptuous Woman, Kitty, who I believe has met Noah (nudge nudge wink wink say no more say no more), is Xena: Soccer Princess, OGFish is the Head Cross Dresser, Mike is the Co-founder Guy, I'm That Newsletter Guy, and Noah, who I believe is aquainted with Kitty (nudge nudge wink wi...oh, what's the use) is The Guy Whose Position I Cannot Recall. Of course, these positions aren't final or anything, so if you really had your heart set on Divine Cheeseburger or something just send me a letter and I'll laugh until my spleen ruptures.

There really hasn't been any developments on the actual Cod issue since the last newsletter, except that Marci The Bomb is making FDLFDWCTT magnets that you can put on your refrigerator to proudly show the cottage cheese you care about todays hot issues. That's about it for now, except for this news bulliten. If a you see a sign that says "Free Money" and points to a silvery saucer thing badly disguised as a dumpster, DON'T GO IN. It'll save you a lot of misery. Trust me, I know.