Kenspark.... Kenspeak...  kenspoke;
kennopsfeel,
What up buttercup?  Brickensideutch?
query:  uppenzi baggerdaddy?
Muslemtoff and quaziquetle time...
I hear the drummer boy play...
Ba.. ramadadum....
I hear the missiles sing,
Ba ramadadum...
I hear the bleating lamb
Bah Ram You...

-----Original Message-----
From: Ken Follett <[log in to unmask]>
To: [log in to unmask]
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Date: Thursday, December 17, 1998 1:31 PM
Subject: BP Baghdad


>You never know where the next wave of HP will strike. Received this message
>over the radio on the way into work this morning.
>
>"Our brick historic buildings are crumpled being by wicked Satan of Ameria
>dropping smart boobs on our ancient Baghdad defenses and we make plea for
help
>from Bullymunker-Panheds to arrive soon. We desperate for new blood in era
of
>reconstruction era our heritage to rebuild walls Mr. Clinton with his
burning
>rice disturbed. Please come to sunny Iraq and help us build again back our
>happy old places for tourist dollars to leave. We pay for plane, meals and
gas
>mask. You come fix up buildings, yes? Please hurry for holiday."
>
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