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The plagues of today's world are horribly underwhelming compared to the plagues of biblical times (having the added advantage of bringing to mind the adjective use of biblical that happens, quite often, to be paired with proportions (a word, itself, when used alone more often than not produces fits of giggles amongst thirteen year old boys and girls alike and crumpled copies of their favourite catalogues, though, when paired with another word, it generally goes unnoticed, unless the other word happens to be squeamish, in which case most people will just be confused), a pairing (not paring) that invokes, for me, anyway, a large wall of water, rushing down towards a whole bunch of little people, most of whom are cringing the way you should, if you're keeping in character with being a person having a thirty metre high wall of frothing water rushing towards you (the improper conduct being, of course, leaning nonchalantly against a lamppost, eating a hot dog with relish, ketchup, and salad cream and reading OK. If you're especially determined to fail to give the impression that you're about to be crushed and thrown about in a swirling frenzy of water and debris you might want to occasionally pause in your literary pursuits to pick your teeth with aforementioned literary pursuits. Just don't expect to get cast in any films about natural disaster.) and preparing to come out on the worse end of the tussle with so many metric tons of pressure from the water which gets that way whenever it gathers in a group of itself thirty metres high or more, which is why we have regulations against that sort of thing now).

It's not like an air conditioner is going to keep the rivers from turning to blood or the Angel of Death away. And since they didn't even have air conditioners then, they'd probably have to get by leaving the freezer door open, or something.

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		archives horoscopes accessories contacts fables home Add Sane Magazine to your My Netscape.		The plagues of today's world are horribly underwhelming compared to the plagues of biblical times (having the added advantage of bringing to mind the adjective use of biblical that happens, quite often, to be paired with proportions (a word, itself, when used alone more often than not produces fits of giggles amongst thirteen year old boys and girls alike and crumpled copies of their favourite catalogues, though, when paired with another word, it generally goes unnoticed, unless the other word happens to be squeamish, in which case most people will just be confused), a pairing (not paring) that invokes, for me, anyway, a large wall of water, rushing down towards a whole bunch of little people, most of whom are cringing the way you should, if you're keeping in character with being a person having a thirty metre high wall of frothing water rushing towards you (the improper conduct being, of course, leaning nonchalantly against a lamppost, eating a hot dog with relish, ketchup, and salad cream and reading OK. If you're especially determined to fail to give the impression that you're about to be crushed and thrown about in a swirling frenzy of water and debris you might want to occasionally pause in your literary pursuits to pick your teeth with aforementioned literary pursuits. Just don't expect to get cast in any films about natural disaster.) and preparing to come out on the worse end of the tussle with so many metric tons of pressure from the water which gets that way whenever it gathers in a group of itself thirty metres high or more, which is why we have regulations against that sort of thing now). It's not like an air conditioner is going to keep the rivers from turning to blood or the Angel of Death away. And since they didn't even have air conditioners then, they'd probably have to get by leaving the freezer door open, or something. disclaimer: This issue intentionally difficult to read. Sane Magazine's use of parenthetical references and embedded parenthetical references filed under patents #2077682 and #34762120 in the United States of America, and bound to break if, for some reason, you attempt to compile this issue with gcc or javac, or most compilers, come to think of it.