Dear Brian Ftang,
It seems an age since I have written to you the last time was when my Nigerian Uncle wanted to use your bank account to store seventy six and seventy billion of your pounds in your Halifax account. Since you refused (costing yourself a tidy sum) he was executed and his brains fed to Bernard Matthew's turkeys . . . I hope you're fucking proud!
Much love
DTH
P.S. Woo!
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Thu 15 Feb 2007, 0:36,
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Much love
DTH
P.S. Woo!