From: dean.lenort@worldnet.att.net (Dean Lenort)
Newsgroups: alt.humor.best-of-usenet
Subject: [alt.religion.kibology] Pork
Date: 2 Dec 1997 17:04:44 +0100

Subject: Pork 
From: lisarea@dim.com (Lisa Rea)
Newsgroups: alt.religion.kibology

So, a couple of weeks ago, I am sitting outside at work, and there is
this woman who is eating her lunch nearby. She is also talking to some
of her friends. She is talking about pork. She is saying that she buys
pork tenderloin sometimes and then she is saying she buys pork chops
and breads them and cooks them and makes some mashed potatoes and some
pan gravy from the pork. She says "Pork cooks tender. Beef cooks
tough." She says, "Pork." She says, "Pork pork pork." Other words
jumble together. Pork is loud. Pork is clear. Pork is pork. Pork pork
pork. She never stops talking about pork. Pork never pork porking
about pork.

Pork pork. Pork. Pork pork pork.

I am wearing my sunglasses. I am mesmerized. I cannot blink. "Pork.
Pork. Pork pork."

I am better. I am smarter. I will not talk about Pork. No. I am not
that Pork woman. I will not say, "Pork pork. Pork. PORK!" No, I will
say, "Feeling love we've never felt! Smelling love we've never PORK.
Pork. Pork. Pork."

She is probably talking about something else now. I am talking about
pork now. I am listening to people talk about pork, and I am telling
other people that I heard someone talk about pork.