Volume 38

March 17, 2003

Hello commune:

I really admire Mr. Robert Wadlow. He was of incredible height. He was huge but looked very friendly. I am only 5'5" and believe me, I am really disappointed with myself. If only I could grow a little bit taller. Mr Wadlow was so blessed about his size. He is the tallest man in the world! I feel hurt that he died. I wish he were alive. Besides, no one can dare challenge him.

How incredible, fantastic and amazing the height of that man - Robert Wadlow.

I'm very lucky to be in excellent shape. And I can't play basketball because my foot can hurt easily. Lot of happiness to all of you.

Imran
Nairobi, Kenya

Dear Imran:

According to our sources Mr. Wadlow died in 1940, but we understand that in your grief you may not have been able to write to us right away. Come to think of it, you may have been waiting for the commune to come into existence before you wrote to us, a move we here at the commune applaud. However, you're still about four years late, and we're afraid that the statute of limitations for your question has subsequently expired. Wait, you didn't ask any questions, did you? Thanks for wasting our time, fucknuts.

the commune

Editor's Note: the commune is not responsible for any injuries that may result from our annual Hunt for the World's Tallest Man contest. If you don't know how to safely tranquillize and taxiderm an eight-foot-tall human being, you shouldn't be participating.

Quote of the Day

“Na-na-na-na-ne-neh-neh-na-neh-neh-neh-neh-va-va-va-va-va-neh-na-neh-neh-va-va-va-va-va-va-va-neh-va-neh-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-maâ€”nevermind.”

-Stutterin' Tom Tulane

Fortune 500 Cookie

Eight is enough: time to face the fact that you're wearing too many cock rings. Try watching where you vomit this week: it never hurts to make a nice first impression. It says here that once word gets out you ate all those locusts, you'll be beloved in Kansas, and unwelcome everywhere else. This week's lucky germs: floor-funk, spazzolycene3, urinalia-hangaroundicus, wheat, Pat Smear.

Try again later.

Top 5 Ways for a Fantatic to Honor Favorite Musician

1.	Break into house; masturbate in the bathtub.
2.	Nothing says "I love you" like your name in scar tissue
3.	Dress like Hootie. Talk like Hootie. Be Hootie.
4.	What the fuckâ€”kill him so he can never make any more wonderful music.
5.	Talk loudly at parties about how much better his early work was.

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