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Originally Posted by Dusty
I've got the book. Starts out, "He poured a mellow summer brew into an old stein leftover from his Harvard days as his wife complained that he was drinking too much and his diet was horrible. 'We'll talk," he said.
He eased back into his easy chair and kicked off his golf shoes, reminiscing about his latest kill-UBL.
"Hairier by far than the pirate thang", he mused, smiling to himself.
Goes on from there.  |
That's good...but I was thinking more along the lines of letters to a certain "adult" forum...
Dear Soldier of Fortune...I never believed your stories were true until one day...