Chickens!
Dear Walter,
Please stop sending me spam emails. When I can buy my C1alis, V1agra, and discounted software off people like Cornelius Mccarthy, Astarte Lasseter, and Xara Hatmaker, why should I buy discounted pharmacutical knock-offs from you? Take Cornelius Mccarthy. How could you possibly compaire to Cornelius Mccarthy, Walter? Cornelius is an undoubtably Saintly, creative man who strives for justice and blind paranoia as his neverending quest, and if he puts so much heart into his task why wouldn't he do the same for his C1alis? And who could resist a woman selling pen1s enhancers who is named after a GODDESS?! She must really know what she's talking about, especially since she was the Goddess of fertility (and war - and don't they say that all's fair in both persuits?). And really, Xara Hatmaker has not only cast aside her past as an impovrished flame-headed impetuous princess-down-on-her-luck raised by an enclave of men so poisoned by quicksilver that they boil mice in teapots and serve it for lunch for an exciting career in knock-off/pirated software - how could I NOT buy from her? She's spunkilly turned her life around and is currently living out of a trailer while being persued by misguided Feds and romanced by a vampire/werewolf/incubus/professional ping-pong player, and undoubtedly needs every penny to feed her waif-like self and her talking chicken.
Please, Walter. Think of the chickens.
Kindly,
Yvonne
Please stop sending me spam emails. When I can buy my C1alis, V1agra, and discounted software off people like Cornelius Mccarthy, Astarte Lasseter, and Xara Hatmaker, why should I buy discounted pharmacutical knock-offs from you? Take Cornelius Mccarthy. How could you possibly compaire to Cornelius Mccarthy, Walter? Cornelius is an undoubtably Saintly, creative man who strives for justice and blind paranoia as his neverending quest, and if he puts so much heart into his task why wouldn't he do the same for his C1alis? And who could resist a woman selling pen1s enhancers who is named after a GODDESS?! She must really know what she's talking about, especially since she was the Goddess of fertility (and war - and don't they say that all's fair in both persuits?). And really, Xara Hatmaker has not only cast aside her past as an impovrished flame-headed impetuous princess-down-on-her-luck raised by an enclave of men so poisoned by quicksilver that they boil mice in teapots and serve it for lunch for an exciting career in knock-off/pirated software - how could I NOT buy from her? She's spunkilly turned her life around and is currently living out of a trailer while being persued by misguided Feds and romanced by a vampire/werewolf/incubus/professional ping-pong player, and undoubtedly needs every penny to feed her waif-like self and her talking chicken.
Please, Walter. Think of the chickens.
Kindly,
Yvonne