---------------------------------------- Note  31   The Pope 
               *** A Story by Dr. Graper ***
 
        10/12/79   4:34 pm     tripp / udperuse / unidel
guidonotes/unidel 10/4/79  9:59 pm gra"per/mu105/unidel
Dear Friends:
 
        The car in the parking lot had one big thing 
against it.  That was, a bumper sticker that said "ELVIS:
Forever the King!!"
        Inside, the Pope sat, his miter and vestements
in the trunk.  He was starting a whirlwind tour of America,
incognito.  
        He sat in his Camaro at the Acme, looking at the
13 year old girls with pimple breasts and he smiled, 
remembering the endowed nuns of home.  HONK HONK he went,
gesturing to two of them.  "Hey, you kids need a lift?"
They looked unsure.  One was kind of fat, and smoked
Salem Cigarettes.
        "You got any dope?"  one asked.
        He smiled.  He could see a good time was ahead.
        He popped the accelerator so that the car 
physically, noticeably, obscenely lurched at them.
 
---------------------------------------- Response 1 of 10
               *** A Story by Dr. Graper ***
 
        10/12/79   4:36 pm     tripp / udperuse / unidel
        "I'm infallible, man!!" he shouted.
        They started to cross the parking lot.
         He waited.  His hand sweated on the stick.
         They were chewing gum.  He hated females that
chewed gum.  He was the last perfect man on earth, he
thought.
         They were coming closer.  The parking lot was
almost empty.
         The pope put on his mirror glasses.  
         Rock and Roll was playing on the 8-track.  
         The two girls came closer.
         He revved up his engine.  They came into the light,
and they were physically disgusting.  They would let him do
anything.
         He nervously toyed with his neck-chain.  "What do I
do now, God?" he asked god.  Suddenly, by its own accord, 
the car went into gear.
         "Alright!" he said, and clamped down all 355 cc's
of his car's power.
 
---------------------------------------- Response 2 of 10
               *** A Story by Dr. Graper ***
 
        10/12/79   4:39 pm     tripp / udperuse / unidel
         "Wha da fuck ya tink yer doin?" the ugly girls 
said.  They lied to their parents about where they were
tonight.  They said they were studying at their girlfriends,
and their parents had trusted them.  God took that into 
account.
         The pope started chasing the females around the
parking lot.  He was doing god's work.
         "No, no!!" the girls squealed, running helplessly
in front of the Pope's Camaro.  
         "Let's just play with them awhile," God said from
the backseat.  God knew that they also hadn't been to church
in a long time, and took that into account too.
         The two girls tried to run to a Fotomat and dodge
the pope's camaro.  It just made the game last a little 
longer.  
         Oh it was awful. But such is the will of the lord.
         Some people at the all night laundromat saw what
was going on, but were transfixed.  They couldn't do anythng
since God had made them forget how to use telephones.  He 
could do things like that to people, no sweat.
 
---------------------------------------- Response 3 of 10
               *** A Story by Dr. Graper ***
 
        10/12/79   4:48 pm     tripp / udperuse / unidel
         "It. . .it all seems so unified with everything,"
a woman in pink plastic hair curlers said, watching the
slightly overweight female being nailed to the side of a
public telphone booth.  "Yahh!" she screamed as the glass
smashed from the impact of her body, her shoulder bones 
striking the coin box hard enough to spray dimes all over
the ground.
         "It seems. . . at one with all things" another
woman in the laundromat said.  The Camaro had merely run
the other 13 year old female down.
         An elderly black man watched from a coin operated
dryer.  Tears ran down his face as he witnessed this, and
deep inside him a cancerous growth on his pancreas suddenly
shriveled up.  "Ah haf seen de Lohd!" he said.
        The Pope stopped temporarily, the furry dice on
his rear view mirror still wiggling back and forth.  He 
paused momentarily to gain insight into the ways of the
lord, then popped the Camaro back into gear and headed
upstate.  
 
---------------------------------------- Response 4 of 10
               *** A Story by Dr. Graper ***
 
        10/12/79   4:49 pm     tripp / udperuse / unidel
        "Fuckin' alright," the Pope stated, clipping his
mirror glasses back on the sun visor and pulling a
Budweiser from the back seat.
 
---------------------------------------- Response 5 of 10
 
        10/21/79   5:11 pm     jones / newauth / unidel
 
 
 
another cruel shoes!!!!!!
 
---------------------------------------- Response 6 of 10
 
        12/3/79   11:04 am     mcgrath / udnondev / unidel
 
A..men   A..men   A.men Amen Amenn
 
                                        bcnu
                                        AARDVARK
 
---------------------------------------- Response 7 of 10
 
        12/20/79   7:45 pm     erik downey / seminars / unidel
 
  So that's who was in that Camaro last week over
   by the AnP!!
               <-*[YNC]*#

 
---------------------------------------- Response 8 of 10
 
         2/29/80   3:26 pm     brooks cooley / newauth / unidel
 
The Pope wouldn't do such a thing!!
 
---------------------------------------- Response 9 of 10
 
         3/3/80   3:56 pm     mcgrath / udnondev / unidel
 
ARE YOU WHINING ?????
 
                                        Andar.
 
---------------------------------------- Response 10 of 10
 
         3/5/80   11:49 pm     walters / udnondev / unidel
Hell.
 I had a dream about the pope getting married, then
dying off and his wife assuming the papacy, worse yet
she couldn't speak latin!
 Oh well, it sounds crazy but there was a nude centerfold
over my bedthat night and made me have a nightmare like
that.
                                jay