Atlanta, Georgia. During an investigation of Druid chantings
from the cargo hold of a 747, I discovered an abandoned William Shatner
script of a defrocked priest seeking absolution, but settling for glass after
glass of Absolut vodka.
It was all very 'B' movie.
It was abandoned because the Content was not properly vetted by
Faceplant's politically correct Gestapo, and it contained words that
were extremely distressing to that Cortez broad from NY, because
they didn't include pictures of empty fenced parking lots and glowing
testaments to her Green Crap Deal. That among other things are the
reason why the consignment is delayed and abandoned.
As things stand now, we are at an impasse. This differs from an
overpass in a few noteworthy ways, but without pictures the Cortez
broad wouldn't get it and the Druids just start chanting louder from
the baggage compartment, mucking up everything. But this does
need to get cleared up or William Shatner won't get to start doing
travel agency ads and annual Star Trek convention crap, handing out
$5 Canadian Spocked bills.
He's lucky the gremlin on the wing of his plane and the sock puppet
that attacked him on Venus aren't part of this deal. We're lucky it
doesn't include him singing "Lucy's Getting High On Door Knobs".
Even William Hung winced at the latter.
So as it stands now, you have to reconfirm your full details,
(1) Full Name:
(2) Phone Number:
(3) full address:
(4) Occupation:
(5) Sex:
(5a) With What:
This I must cross-check on the ice and avoid a 4-on-5 penalty period
to see if it corresponds with the one on the Druid chanting script.
(REPLY TO THIS EMAIL: mrdavidwilson959@gmail.com
As I did say two times, the shipper abandoned it and ran away most
importantly because he met the bug-eyed Cortez broad and she
totally creeped him out, almost as much as the life-sized Hellary
inflatable sex toy he caught Shep Smith banging in a closet at
Faux (he thought he was at cnn using a gender neutral rest room).
I am so not ready to assist you in any way I can for you to
get this abandoned whatever-it-is in the cargo hold of the 747
out of here. When Druids fart, it comes out as high velocity dry
ice, and when it thaws, WHEW DAWGIES, it's the stank of the
daid.
You can either come in person, or you can breathe hard over the
phone. Your choice.
I need all the guarantee that I can get from you before I can get
involved in this project, even though I'm the schlep that cooked
this up.
Please Reply this email strictly at (mrdavidwilson959@gmail.com)
Limited at Best Regards,
Mr David Wilson
UNITED NATION INFECTION AGENCY
E-mail: mrdavidwilson959@gmail.com
CELL: (301)307-1242
Mr. Wilson must have read at least a part of this...for there was no reply.
That, or the Druids got him.