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Saxonia Issue 03 Part 030
Rumrunner help you
By Rumrunner/VOID
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First of all, I really didn't intend to help you out this time, as nobody
is worth spending my prescious time on. However, as the flow of
nymphomaniacs with their own booze-making equipment has been a little slow
the last days, I have had the time to answer some of your pathetic letters.
Here we go :
1 Hi Rumrunner. This is George Bush writing again. I really didn't like
what you said to me in the last issue, and you had changed my letter to you
aswell. As you know, I'm a powerful man and I will not hecitate to drop
a bomb or two on you if this continues.
2 So, you fuckface, got away from the wife a little moment did you? Don't
think that I don't know that she is your boss, and you don't dare to do
anything else than what she decides. Let me tell you that if you're man
enough you can come here and I'll fight you. By the way, to get to Norway,
you have to travel east, when facing north (you know, you have Canada to
the north), east is where your clock shows three.
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0 Good morning, Rumrunner, this is Connie Cuntlips writing. My husband just
told me that he wanted to have a threesome with me and a blow-up doll. Do
you think that I should do it?
1 Well, Connie, that's a hard one, and I'm not speaking of your husband's
happy-stick. Anyway, as you are more dead than the blow-up doll, I think
that you should give your husband some piece and let him marry the doll.
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2 Howdy mate. I just wondered, how did you ever become such a wise person?
I know nobody smarter than you.
Regards Woody Woodalcohol.
0 Greetings Woody. All my wisdom come from smoking my own (well-used) socks.
If you want to become a smart man too, I can send you some of the socks, so
you can smoke them too. Just look at www.tvshop-insanity.org and choose
which ones you want. Currently they come in mud, sweat and dead-corpse
(from all the ones that die of excitement when they meet me) taste.
