My lad gets it in the neck

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** Retired ** Joined: 14 May 2007 Posts: 750 Location: Air

Ive had enough.

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@.

Quote:

Kenny

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.

Shirley x x x