Greetings Non-Gender Specified Recipient / Email Owner,
My Name is Sarah Howell. I am a soldier, a lonely soldier, away from home at no wish of my own. I spend my days doing KP because I am, as captains go, a bad goil. My very, very bad. Wait until the generals see what I put in their rations...but I digress.
Upon my graduation from High School, I lost my virginity to a smart car with a battery operated dildo and a cheeseburger dinner at Red Robin. I volunteered to join the Antifa Army serving presently in Portland, also helping in destabilizing the country because I'm pissed that Hellary f**ked up the election that was rigged in her favor and lost to...to...*gasp*...I can't even say his name! Oh, the bowel agonies...why did Hellary have to fall off her broom so many times during the campaign? It was, after all, her turn; her book said so:
Anyway, when we in Antifa are not getting the crap kicked out of us by law-abiding citizens tired of our endless sh*t, we have a very desperate need for assistance; I need help with a gender quadruple switch operation, in which I want to try being four sub-genders at once (trans, bi, octosexual orthopod and a tree with a convenient knot hole), I have decided to contact you for your kind assistance to help me make this happen.
Will you organize a bake sale or something to raise funds for me? Yes, I know about #GOFUNDME: I tried that, and most responses told me to go do something else to myself. I must have been hearing only from democraps, who didn't realize I was one of them. And in Antifa for pity's sake. They must have thought that I was in the US Army or a Trump voter or something.
Without those multiple operations, I can't go do something else to myself just yet. The vacuum cleaner hose is long enough, but even with lubricant....ugh.
So I need your help, but PLEASE do NOT conduct this bake sale in Portland, OR. My fellow Antifa scumbags tend to wreck anything that has so much as a hint of decency attached to it. They're so stupid, they'd stomp a mud hole in your efforts on my behalf, even if I was there leading them and imploring them to behave for once ("Stop iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit! This is for ME!!!").
Now, if you have Patriot Riders protecting the bake sale, my Antifa pussies will go attack ducks at the local park pond instead. Ducks they feel like they have a chance against.
I have now found a way you can hold a bake sale on my behalf without Antifa screwing with you: hold it in Arkansas. Antifa is afraid of all the Bubbas there.
I will discuss this with you when I am sure that you are willing to assist me. I mean, why wouldn't you assist me? Unless you want me to have some of my Antifa friends pay your local duck pond a visit? Of course you don't...you like ducks. So I am so ready for you to assist me with fund raising for my gender quadruple switch operation. I can't wait to find out what an octosexual orthopod is, and what those kind of orgasms are like.
I do not know how long we will remain here -- if we ever get a mayor with balls, the Portland Police will kick the sh*t out of us and deservedly so after a few of our members sodomized one of their motorcycles and horses -- and we may have to move our maggot-infested horde to San Crapcisco, where the streets are almost foul enough now for us to live in.
Please contact me as soon as possible with the below email. Send the below details to my private email: ( 764411sarah@gmail.com ) as to enable us to proceed. Because I need to register my place for the gender quadruple switch operation as soon as possible.
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Dysentery bless you since we Antifans don't believe in anything good or decent.
Sarah Howell.
Antifa
What's left of Portland OR
What comes as no surprise, the good 'Captain' didn't write back to Seymour, disappointing him mightily. It did cause Element some thought about what the Captain was doing to the general's rations...I just reminded Element of my lack of acumen in the kitchen, and that took care of that.
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