#1 2007-11-19 12:42:56
This next short bit is the reason I skipped town two days ago. Give it the widest possible distribution and I'll repay the favor any way I can.
Thanksgiving Pilgrim
Bill Whitehouse
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#2 2007-11-19 15:19:36
Pilgrim? Sounds more like Boss Tweed, to me.
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#3 2007-11-19 15:36:43
Choad, I believe, is the Pilgrim. Soon, however, he might be the Hunted Shit-Disturber. Or the Protected Witness. Choad-in-the-hole, so to speak. Choad...I'm up here in Canada. Who the hell do you want me to show this to? And how do we quantify the reward system? I have it on authority that you have NO vagina, and that your blowjobs lack suction. WCL
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#4 2007-11-19 16:32:55
WilberCuntLicker wrote:
Choad, I believe, is the Pilgrim. Soon, however, he might be the Hunted Shit-Disturber. Or the Protected Witness. Choad-in-the-hole, so to speak. Choad...I'm up here in Canada. Who the hell do you want me to show this to? And how do we quantify the reward system? I have it on authority that you have NO vagina, and that your blowjobs lack suction. WCL
True, but you know both my sisters are worth a shot.
Shit disturber is a Province funded job where you live. Here's a little different. Send this far and wide, I may still have a home.
How do you put a dollar value on that?
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#5 2007-11-19 17:57:19
Holy Herring Choad,
I used to drive through your environs to visit family out on the cape, though I can count the times in 25 years I have stopped on one hand.
From what I know of how business is done around those parts you sir may soon be the last of the yankee plain dealers.
Please post the google earth link to most likely cranberry bog and I will mke a point of visiting every now and then to plant some fresh plastic flowers and dump the bugs out of your memorial candle.
A good friend's brother, a lawyer who became a bit too vocal about the locals, went out for a jog in a nearby town not to far from you and never came back. Wallet, phone and clothes still in the car at the park lot. Searched the bogs and woods for months, family members pleading on the nightly news, to no avail. Not a pip until years later when wild animals scattered the contents of the shallow grave.
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#6 2007-11-19 20:10:24
Johnny Rotten wrote:
A good friend's brother, a lawyer who became a bit too vocal about the locals, went out for a jog in a nearby town not to far from you and never came back.
The Sunday Providence Journal/Bulletin was not delivered to its publisher's Westport, MA home twenty years ago.
The Metcalf family would sell the paper it dominated 150 years soon after he was murdered on his bicycle that fine summer morning, on his way to buy his own newspaper.
At least I told my story. Metcalf never did. And its reasurring, to me at least, the one person who will not emerge from this mess smelling like shit, and the only one who might miss me, is the town's Police Chief.
Spread it around, please.
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#7 2007-11-19 20:14:52
Why don't you just move out from amongst those shit turds. Let them eat each other's asshole, and stab at them from afar.
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#8 2007-11-19 20:36:22
Roger_That wrote:
Why don't you just move out from amongst those shit turds. Let them eat each other's asshole, and stab at them from afar.
My spineless kin bent over and cashed out at a loss. That's my home and I won't leave it without a fight. Would you?
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#9 2007-11-19 20:45:51
got a shotgun? keep it handy.
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