subject: Tina Chopp body: To the Church of Tina Chopp, I thought you would like to know that it has come to my attention that Tina Chopp insinuated a startling prophecy concerning rootebeggas and the Mother of Our Lord. The level of treachery, of shear gardening, that accompanies every mention of Ms. Chopp regurgitates. Therefore, it is with utmost unction that I feel I must warn you of the danger. The Supreme Disciple of Ms. Chopp is no risible wanker. I know. I am Tina Chopp. I repeat, I am the TINA CHOPP of which Lionel wribbles. Rise and make yeast infections in the name of the most creamy cunnilingus.
To which we responded
Of course, Tina doesn't like people very much (which is why She lives on Planet X-38), and She encourages individuals to worship gods other than Herself, however it is obvious to us that Tina Chopp created all those other gods, and She just wants you to worship them so that She'll have more peace and quiet. Your green snakes have lumpy nerblots insinuating Frank Zappa and dripping in me once the other things falump through ugly dogshit the foggy blue. The Surpeme Disciple of Fatty Moon is a cheese. Nancy Cave was never a part of it. Tina Chopp will eat you for lunch! Praise the Holy Cucumber!
