Lycos, I curse you.

I curse you by all the powers old and new, by the gods, byt the spirits and by the land beneath my feet.

I curse you with boils and sores and rotting flesh.

I curse you to know sickness and sadness and pain.

I curse you with spam email and telemarketers and jehovas witnesses

May the traffic light always be on red, the toast always fall wrong way down, the power cut always hit your alarm clocks, your keys remain forever lost and your car always break down when you're late.

Your computers will frazzle, your minds dazzle and you will always suffer from flatulence at the worst possible time.

I curse you unto the 9th generation - including goldfish, dogs, potted plants and pet rocks (but cats may be spared. I like cats).


NOW GIVE ME BACK MY BLOODY EMAIL BEFORE I GET INVENTIVE!!!!!