In the article you published on Wednesday May 15th / 2002, which you called Stile's Big Night Out On The Town; I found a picture which text is the following: “Ling-Ling becons me to come wash her birthing tunnel. Isn't she beautiful?”

My name happens to be Ling Ling and I happen to be an Asian, and I didn’t like the picture. I hope you would remove the picture, or at least change the name to something else. This is due to the fact that I don’t like friends of me to see things like this - and laugh at me for that.

You seem rather special (nothing mean), but I hope you are human enough to care about other people’s feelings too.

Yours Sincerely,

Ling Ling

Ah-so! Many greeting and thanks! Me so very honoured that you write! Many good time for you to e-mail us! Much possible for story to not be about you? You love me long time double penetration? I have small Mexican child who can fit entire body up rectum! You make fool of yourself by e-mailing me.

PS: Me so horny!

• From: Felipe Viera [biggestmex1@attbi.com]
  
• Subject: Reader Mail

YOUR SITE IS THE BEST

I KNOW! YOUR SITE COULD BE THE BEST TOO IF YOU SPENT EVERY GOD AWFUL WAKING MOMENT INFRONT OF THE COMPUTER, MASTURBATING TO CRAPPY PORNO AND SMELLING IN THE STENCH OF YOUR HOT GARBAGE SMELLING ROTTEN EGG FARTS. I DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE. FART.

• From: ChynaDoll88@cs.com
  
• Subject: Reader_Mail

Stile, I emailed you before. I wanted to give you my picture again. Because you never get it im pretty and black, but im not naked. I like your updates. And i wish i could suck your dick dry and let you fuck me like a whore. I'll be your dirty little whore and I hope you get better ,but if you need a little help we can cyber while you get better. Love ya. NOW IF YOU CANT SEE THIS ONE DOWNLOAD ATTACHMENT. and I would like to see a real picture of you.

Mmm mmm good. Girl, I wanna get all up in that booty!

First I would start off by rubbing vanilla pudding all over your skin to make you look like Mariah Carey... Then I would get out a big economy sized tub of vaseline and work my anorexic fist and arm up your tight little fudge factory. When my arm is up inside you up to my elbow I would sit you on my lap and pretend you were a puppet and make you tell me how sexy and muscular I am.

Folks, this is the reason why I like doing my site -- when I'm not feeling suicidal, that is. Hot chicks like this just e-mail me out of nowhere offering to suck my scabby cock...

FOR FREE!

Chances are that the person that sent this e-mail is probably a 70 year old fat man from Kentucky, but what the hell, you only live once, right? Come here big poppa and make me your sweet butter biscuit!

PS: Do you do anal?

• From: Joseph
  
• Subject: Shot in the face

Yo Stile, Last time I wrote you it was because it was my birthday and I didn't get shit, but the shirt I ordered from you came on that day. Good times. I live in Portland and have this friend that used to be in the IDF, Israeli Defense Force. Some Palestinian guy walked up to him and shot him in the face, so now is face is all fucked up. He is also missing a leg and his aunt was killed in a suicide bomb attack like 2 weeks ago. He wears one of those little circular hat things on his head with Israeli flags all over it. Pretty nice guy. Anyway, he said, "The fuckin' Palestinians have no economy, they have no jobs, they have nothing to do but martyr themselves or live in refugee camps. They were offered the West Bank as a homeland in the late 40's when Israel was set up, but they refused because they wanted the whole thing. It's a cluster fuck." He also said that Yassar is the biggest terrorist in the world, and gained position with the Palestinians by walking into a school with a machine gun and hosing down 120 8 year old kids, and that Sharon isn't much better. He said there will be no peace with these leaders, so they might as well just fight it out. Jews sadly got their asses kicked in WWII, but since then I think they have proven they have a hell of alot of balls.

Peace and you sux and shit,
Jo

I look into the toilet after I take a shit. Sometimes I see little faces in the poop and wonder if that's what you become when you get reincarnated. What was the question?

• From: GrokBer@aol.com
  
• Subject: reader rmail

Stile,

Why do people talk about suicide bombing so god damn much? You know what man, I'm fucking sick of it. I trust me, I get it bad. I'm 100% Palestinian. Boom.... Anyway, I don't think general society has fucking come to the realization that suicide bombing is a wholly economical way to destroy people. Think about it. One man, a few (five) bombs strapped to his chest under his coat. Walk calmly into a crowd of people you hate, and detonate. Let's just say this bomb kills 17 and injures 22. Perhaps it was in a movie theater. Anyways, Suicide Bomber Side (from now on refered to as SBS) now has only one (1) casualty. "Innocent People" now has a casualty count of 17 with another 5 possibly to slip away soon due to lack of fundamental health care aide's in the hopsitals. Little Jimmy gets gang-green. Timmy dies of heart arrest. You get the picture. SBS has one mother who is going crazy from mourning of the loss of her crazy child and 50,000 supporters of said child. Who seems to be the victor here? I personally would say SBS.

But this is all besides the point. The fact is the all high and mighty United States of Nosy America should stop sending "federal aid" (cash, 8 million US currency) to Isreal and let them fight their own damn battle. It is bad enough the US had a major part to play in the cause of all the conflict, (End of world war 2, after the defeat of germany, the allies took 'control' [see also: rape, plunder, froce out, exile] of all lands occupied by germany and reallocated them to their seeing fit and thusly placed the 'victims' of ww2 as they pleased) much less they try to 'help' in fixing the problem. George Washington once said something along the lines of (can't remember, 420), "America should stay the fuck out of forgien affairs".

In conclusion, America needs to back the fuck up, and suicide bombings are a cassuality ratio affective way to kill a nation. Shit, you could probably just strap the same shit on unmanned planes.... or actually, they already have it.... it's called a MISSILE. Suicide bombers are just missile's from a terrorist group. It's the concept of whacking people in the mafia, just with more of self-sacrifice.

-GroK. Your Daddy

Thanks for writing, are you sure you're not a political science major? Your life could be a lot worse Grok. You could be FRENCH! But anyhow, I have no respect for anyone that could strap a bomb to fucking children and send them out to blow themselves up. Human life is not a commodity. It is precious and priceless.

People need to chill the fuck out. But what do I know, I'm a pornographer. My idea of world peace is everyone dropping a hit of E then fucking their aggretion out.

• From: Justin
  
• Subject: Reader_Mail

Stile,

Please don't post my email addy, it's a business address and while I don't mind local people knowing who sent this, I'd hate for it to effect business.

I've had my first Stile worthy experience. This guy named SHAUN ***** who is originally from Seattle and now living in Maryville, Missouri is just about the most pathetic son of a bitch this world has ever known. Ok, this guy calls me one day and says "hey, remember me, I met you last year and you said you might have a room for rent" and I'm like "yeah, still available". Well this guy moves all the way from Seattle because "Things aren't going well for me there and it feels like the whole world is crashing down on me."

Well he shows up, not a dime to his name, doesn't pay me a deposit, doesn't pay me rent, and ends up mooching off of me for three months. Worse yet, he ends up fucking a girl friend of mine with a limp dick at a party. Who the fuck set them up again? And so anyway, this all started in Februrary... well it's now May and this stupid shit is stealing food out of my fridge and eating it. We found all of these dirty dishes in his room full of pubic hairs. And I found where all my stolen shit was, including some porn.

I had fucking had it, so I moved that dumb shit's stuff out and threw it in the street. But ... here's the kicker. My wife came in and found one of her socks. She had this weird look on her face... "What does he have my sock for?" I try to stay positive and think maybe it just got thrown in the wash with his by accident. But then I find this dresser which is completely soaked with cum stains and it's full of his whack off material. And inside are two pairs of my wife's panties, covered in semen. They were subsequently burned.

Then so this dumb shit with no friends has to figure out what to do. So he calls his future landlord (he'd been told he was moving once) and begs him to move in early. This guy shows up with a station wagon and proceeds to move Shaun into his new place while carrying his god damn baby. I couldn't fucking believe it!

And guess where his new place is? This fucker has the audacity to move across the street. We can see his fucking window from here.

I've lived here for going on 6 years now and this stupid sicko thinks he can play on my turf. I wonder how it feels to have no friends Shaun? And by the way, since the court won't give my wife a restraining order, I'll just make sure to let your landlord and employers know why you got kicked out of your house. Oh, and by the way, did I mention he's a Mormon? I'm going to call the church and let them know what this sick fuck did.

Any other suggestions Stile?

Thanks,
Justin.

Do I look like motherfucking Judge Judy to you? Get ahold of yourself you cunt! Do what any redblooded heterosexual American man would do: Beat your wife. If that doesn't work, break into this dudes house and take a huge shit under the top of his toilet. He wont find it for weeks, and his entire house will start smelling like a third world shanty-town. Throw a few frozen fish behind the couches and under his mattress for added effect.

• From: aaron [alerner7@jump.net]
  
• Subject: Reader_Mail

Stile,

Like yourself, I am a digital info junkie.

My descent began with my job in the financial markets which required me to constantly monitor data and news coming from many sources. I would sometimes go 5-6 hours at a time AFTER work, searching, reading, consuming data like there was no tomorrow. After doing this for some time I realized that I spent 95% of my time at a handful of sites that were the most useful to me. After cutting back on the online work time, I began looking for "different" data. After all, I am wasting bandwidth when my dsl sits idle.

The internet has nothing "new". It just takes things to their logical conclusion. Information has no more friction. Instead of having to go into a sleazy porn shop to rent something from an even sleazier employee, It's just a click away. It forces shit to become real after viewing that Chechen dude get knifed in the throat, or seeing a Taliban stoning. you, drudge, rotten, dailydirt, cryptome, and countless others bombard me with data, but I come back for more.

At the same time it desensitizes. A couple months ago I went to see Spike and Mike's sick and twisted festival of animation (which sucked ass this year, by the way, with almost no new content). There was one short that had this superhero who fought against unnecessary surgery. His arch rival was this knife-happy doc, who was about to slice open a patient. The dude and the doc fight it out, and they end up really fucking each other up, with cartoon intestines and innards all over the place. During the fight scene, real images of human guts and mutilation are spliced in. Everybody but me in the audience was silent during this, and really didn't know how to respond. Not I. I was laughing my ass off. It was a great sucker punch, a great kick in the balls. Part of the laughter was that I knew I was desensitized to that sort of shit.

Stile, Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. though people may rip your shit, you WILL be remembered. You are not a god to us digital junkies. You are a commentator of out times, one of the few who understand the modern edition of the human condition.

• From: slade jonz [slade@drugsmakemecool.com]
  
• Subject: story about a turd

My roomates and I had a big party in our apratment. Lots of alchohol and chemicals all varieties. The early-morning hours all blended together and are difficult to recall. The last thing I do remember was Scott sitting in the armchair, lights-out except for LED-glow of the stereo. Mahavishnu Orchestra or maybe Coltrane.

When I awoke late the next morning, he was gone, and all that was left aside from the usual party rubbish was a huge turd in the chair where he was last sitting. At first we thought it was a practical joke. But it was real.

And it was huge! And not a pile of turd, but a single long and perfectly fucking coiled crap. It was astounding! Even if you tried one couldn't manufacture anything like that that. It was probably two-and-half feet long if it were laid end-to-end. We were perplexed. Aliens? Had he been turned into a pile of shit?

When confronted, he denied responsibility. And it remains a mystery to this day......

• From: 111 [111@adelphia.net]
  
• Subject: excellent joke

Stile -

Here's a good joke for ya and it's not real long at all, like some of them are people send you.

Three Cowboys

Three cowboys are sitting around a campfire, out on the lonesome prairie, each with the bravado for which cowboys are famous. A night of tall tales begins.

The first says, "I must be the meanest, toughest cowboy there is. Why, just the other day, a bull got loose in the corral and gored six men before I wrestled it to the ground, by the horns, with my bare hands."

The second can't stand to be bested. "Why that's nothing. I was walking down the trail yesterday and a fifteen foot rattler slid out from under a rock and made a move for me. I grabbed that snake with my bare hands, bit its head off, and sucked the poison down in one gulp. And I'm still here today."

The third cowboy remained silent, slowly stirring the coals with his penis.