THE MOOJ WEEKLY STANDARD
VOLUME III, No. 32, August 25,
1999
Since you are currently wandering around naked through the jungles of Alabama, how is it that you are able to write and upload Mooj newsletter files? Do you travel around naked and hungry with a computer and modem?
Your Devotee,
Sidney G.
Long Branch, NJ
Stupid One, how is it that you are able to function with only the mentality of a carrot? Why must so many of you closed-minded clowns harp on technicalities? Instead of trying to figure out how other people do their jobs, why don't you try and figure out why you can't find anyone to be your friend?
I need your help. I need to find true inner harmony but I don’t have much patience. My guru says I can achieve true inner harmony only through fasting and meditation, but it will be a very long and treacherous journey. Perhaps you can lead me there and it won’t take as long or be as dangerous.
Wolfgang Krueger Jr.
Nacogdoches, TX
I suggest you first try to figure out why you’re such a big fat loser. There’s plenty of time to find true inner harmony after that.
Mooj,
When I was a little boy the Romper Room lady always looked through her magic ring and said she saw everyone in my kindergarten class except me. She saw Billy, Suzy, Frank, Joanne, Mary, John, Greg, Helen, Barbara, Steven, Karen, Manny, Mark, Joe, Danny, Robert, Henry, Alice, Grace, Mildred, Fancy, Adam, James, Drew, Anita, Rene, Sarah, Mike, Linda, Roseann and Ronny—but she never saw me! Why Mooj? I watched that show everyday, hoping and praying that at least once she'd see me. She never did. Why wouldn’t the Romper Room lady see me? The voices in my head tell me I should seek revenge. But on who?
Lost in Outer Space,
Fhjorja Fhjangji
Culver City, CA
Wow! Finally someone who isn’t completely insane wrote to The Mooj. Oh, wait, never mind.
Mr. Mooj,
Like the good Professor Lewis I, too, am on an all corn diet. And what a pip I am!
Ms. Agnes B. Lassiter
Prof G. H. Lewis’ House Keeper
New Gabon
I’m not sure why these two particular idiots from New Gabon (wherever the hell that is) think we care about what they eat. I’m no scientist but I’ll bet you Ms. Lassiter and the good professor G. H. Lewis have been sniffing a lot of glue together lately.
94.7 KMET ROCKS! KLOS, KEZY, KROC and all the other Southern California rock stations suck. The “Mighty Met” will rock on forever. Hooooo-Yahhhhhhhhh! Whooooooooooooooooooooh whoooooooooooh—K-M-E-T Twiddle-deeeeeee!!!! F__K YEAH!
[unsigned..... but the person’s email address was: potsmoker@hbusd.k12.cal.us]
Wow, another NASA rocket scientist-like person has written in to show everyone how smart he is. Silly anonymous person, do you really think The Mooj cares which radio station you listen to while you stuff your pie hole with popcorn and ignite your methane exhaust with a Bic lighter? Silly anonymous person, please don’t bother us anymore.
Great Mooj,
Whenever I look into the eyes of my dog Huffy I see those of my late husband Edgar. Huffy also smells like Edgar sometimes. Is it possible that Huffy is Edgar? Edgar died on the very same day Huffy was born.
T.B. Carnes
Yeso, New Mexico
The Mooj is a psychic not a psychiatrist.
Mooj,
I’m a Sagittarius and my boyfriend Mitch is a Capricorn. We both like to workout and we are very health conscious. Mitch is really cool and has a killer body. Lately, though, he seems to be spending more time alone than with me. I’ve also noticed that he has installed a large mirror over his bed. At first I suspected that he was fooling around but I’ve been watching his apartment and he never comes out or goes in with anyone. He’s just in there by himself. What’s he up to?
Sharon G.,
Ensino, CA
Ah, gee, Sharon what do you think? I suggest you dump "Doctor Boinkinstien" for another loser, but then maybe the two of you should stay together since you’re pretty much a loser yourself.
Mooj,
You don’t know me but I was a member of your entourage from Atlanta, GA to Kissimmee, FL. When I was on The Mooj Freedom Bus I couldn’t help but notice that you kept smiling at me. I felt like there was a special attraction between us that only grew stronger as the day wore on. I could tell that you really liked me (but that you were too shy to come over and talk to me). Had I not been arrested the next morning at the Green Briar Trailer Park I’m sure we would have got it on. Please call me I’d love to see you again. If you don’t call I’ll rip your heart out you bastard! You men are all alike aren’t you? You slimy bastard! You used me! You used me you bastard! I hate you! I hate you!!!!
Ms. King
Suwanee,GA
And people wonder why Lance Worthy stays away from women.
Mooj,
I need your help with a little problem. My mom just found out that I’m living with my boyfriend and now she’s mad. Can you call or write to her and tell her to get a clue? My boyfriend told me I should just tell her to [omitted] herself but if I do that she might stop paying my rent and make me move back home with her until I turn 18. (And that would suck because then I’d have to live at home for another 3 years!) I’m soooo sure. My mom is such the luuzer!
Mandolin G.
Delta, PA
Wow! I'm glad to see that you really got your head together. Most 15 year olds usually aren't as mature as you. Just for kicks you should go and get your entire body tattooed—that would be totally bitchen. And, hey, while you’re at it get as many body piercings as your McDonaldland “fry-boy” boyfriend can afford. That would be totally bitchen, too. Drag your [soon to be a grandma] mom with you when you do all these cool things since she seems pretty “sharp,” herself. [Yeah, about as sharp as a bowling ball.]
Great and Omnipotent Mooj,
I sent away for your Mooj Minion Kit and it said that I had to donate at least $500 to even get your video catalogue. Wow! If the catalogue costs $500 how much are your actual self realization and karma improvement videotapes????
Abby Healey
Smith College
You know what.... That's it folks. I can't do this anymore. I'm tired of reading all these stupid letters from all these stupid people. I'm trying to be nice but feel that my "mean side" will surface if I keep going. So that will be all for this week. I'll let The Mooj deal with all you "smart" people next week himself.
After nearly a month without human companionship I was beginning to feel mighty lonesome. Those glorious days of travel on the lavish Mooj Freedom Bus (surrounded by my many happy devotees) now seemed to be almost a lifetime away. If ever I was sadder in my life, I couldn’t recall. And then one night I heard the sounds of some good old-fashioned delta blues filtering through the magnolia trees. It was coming from a small hamlet far off in the distance. It was well past midnight and the moon was full. I heard an old hound dog howling way off in the distance: a bad omen, true, but I was too lonely to stay in the swamp that night and so I slowly emerged from the wilderness and walked as slow as I could toward the town.
I walked along an old dusty road, lurking in the shadows to avoid being seen by the old folks, who sat quietly on their porches drinking malt liquor. Soon, I was standing in front of a small ramshackle hut—a juke joint of some sort. The crowd inside was loud and there was a band inside playing the blues. I stepped inside and the place fell silent. All eyes were upon me as I walked through the door and approached the stage. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was stark naked or because I was carrying my old trusty ’52 Telecaster, which I had brought with me all the way from Chester County. The Mooj was in Mississippi now, the home of Robert Johnson, Blind Lemon Jefferson, Ralph Machio and Sleepy John Estes—The Mooj was there to “cut heads” with whoever would challenge him.
But the crowd
remained silent. Finally one old man stood up and yelled:
“Lookie here nature boy, you can’t just walk in here and play—this
is Mississippi, boy, and we got rules about who can and can’t play!”
I didn’t wait for the man to finish; I plugged in my ax and began playing. Never before had I played so passionately and with so much feeling. For over a month I had been so lonesome and on that night, that hot humid Mississippi night, I sang about it in my tortured blues medley. Not a person in that crowded smoke-filled room could speak when I had finished. Men, women, children—all—were just standing there crying. But that didn’t stop them from pulling me off stage and beating me senseless with my old telecaster. If I was going to make it as a bluesman in Mississippi, it wasn’t going to be there. I lit off for the woods and slept beneath the stars once again.
I had no luck as a bluesman. I barrehoused up and down the delta and couldn’t land a gig anywhere. I became desperate. Finally someone told me about a crossroads near Friars Point—the very same crossroads Robert Johnson went to “to make his deal.” I swore to myself that I wouldn’t even think about such a thing and I kept on a trying to land my first gig. And then finally one night I found myself there—at the crossroads. It was midnight and not a soul was stirring. I could feel the sadness of a million souls that night as I stood there waiting. I began playing my guitar (like Robert Johnson had done) and waited for “him” to arrive. Finally I decided to run away before “he” showed up. What was I thinking? How could I even think about doing what I was about to do? I quit playing and slowly started walking back along the road from which I came. But I was too late. I was no longer alone. “He” was walking beside me in the darkness.
“So you want to play guitar here in Mississippi?” said the stranger beside me.
I was too scared to talk; I just kept walking. But the voice continued:
“Sign here and you'll be all set.”
The Mooj took the paper and signed it. The man then handed me my union card. And then he was gone. There was no turning back now: The Mooj had joined the American Federation of Musicians, Local 777.
One jhatka-wallah was riding on his jhatka, when suddenly a scooter rider came and hit the jhatka. The jhatka-wallah got real mad and confronted the scooter-wallah, saying:
"Kya ma? Tumhare paas scooteran hain, brakesan hain, vuyy kehtey lagathey, humey kya ghode ke kahn pakadna hai kya?"
A father and a son went to an X-rated movie theatre. Just before the movie started the lights went dim and the son said:
"Baba, Baba! Yeh lightsan aise kyo hallon se dimmu hotha hai?"
The Dad replied:
"Yeh kya hain ki beta! Woh plugsan haina plugsan usko halloo se nikalthee so!"
A Bihari went to New Delhi for the first time in his life. He went there during the time of Asiad and was very excited to see all the new stadiums, newly constructed roads, flyovers, etc etc. The poor fellow hadn't seen all this ever before so when he went back to Aligarh, and people asked him how he liked Delhi, he said:
“Yaar Delhi to buhat top ka laga, pura Delhi chamak chamak raha tha, sab kuch jagmaga raha tha, sab shine maar raha tha lekin yaar ek cheez hum understand nahin kar paye, yeh itta barka barka speed breaker kahe ko bana diya hai!”
Two Bihari college students were talking. One said to the other:"Aaj Hillary Clinton a rahen hai Kennedy Auditorium mein saam ko aap chalenge na, hum aap ko 5.30 p.m sharp pe lene aienge.”
The other fellow didn't know who Hillary Clinton was and replied back:
"Nahin bhai aap hi chale jaiye hum English film nahin dekhte hain.”
Chandi chandi sab koe'ee karai hai
I work all morning and all day
Chandi sakay na koe'ey
I eat no lunch, I collect no pay
Chandi ka jab samay aa'yay
What's that you ask me? What's that you say?
Lan k-haRay na hoe'ey!
I hear you Sweet Babu now please go away
Un kee shaad hee main thamboo chandi chaloe
Valimay kee daighain pakaanay chaoe!!
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Motivational
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Lance Worthy
Lance Worthy’s Grandma
Lance Worthy’s Grandpa
A Cal Ripkin Impersonator