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Ive got just enough baits to keep me going including a very interesting church bait in progress, and I have been in a particuarly bad mood all day.
Kenneth Muga8e has refused to email me since I fled the UK, and he hasnt even considered coming to the Ivory Coast to rescue me and my $60,000. The heartless tw@.
I am writing to you from my new location, I have left the Ivory Coast and I am now in the Far East. This will be my final email to you.
There was a time very recently when I was alone. I was scared. I was confused and I needed your help. Did you help me ? .... No.
Because of your cowardice and selfishness, I pray to God Almighty every day that a great curse is put upon you.
I pray for the following :
Everytime you want to sleep at night, a 200 piece marching brass band insist on playing 'Oh when the saints go marching in' repeatedly whilst marching in tight circles around your house.
Everytime you need the toilet, you are followed into the rest room by a very angry wasp that is hell bent on stinging you until you are finished.
Everytime you try to eat, you find that whatever you are eating tastes like mouldy cheese, and that everything you drink tastes like cats piss.
Everytime you put on your shoes or slippers, you find that they are 3 sizes too small, no matter how many times you buy new ones.
Everytime you speak with anyone, you involuntarily insult them greatly and they refuse to ever talk to you again.
Everytime you try to listen to music or songs that all you seem to be able to hear is the sound of nails being dragged down a chalkboard with the occasional sounds of the devils voice, telling you he is going to claim your soul.
And most of all, Everytime you breathe in through your mouth, you choke on very dry air, and when through your nose, you can smell the odour of dead fish mixed with dog turds.
Dont hate me Kenny Boy, you brought this on yourself.
i am no more a baby for going through this kind of stress for 200 pounds. : Hammed - Another satisfied MT7N S3cur3 customer.
l will never lose my leg in Jesus name.......ameeeeeeeeeeeeeeen l can see that you are totally MAD, FUCK YOU TOO!!!!! : Mr Yusuf
Mercury Master Baiter
Joined: 23 Feb 2007
Wed Jul 11, 2007 9:20 pm
Insulting lads is great for releasing stress.
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Shintaro Not quite a Newb
Joined: 11 Jul 2007
Wed Jul 11, 2007 10:12 pm
Wow.. thats some pretty bad curse =P
What exactly did this pet do to you? Or were you just annoyed and decided to blow him off to vent stress?
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