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- From: Dean.Heather@f301.n670.z3.fidonet.org (Dean Heather)
- Newsgroups: aus.jokes
- Subject: credit
- Message-ID: <722312746.AA01619@csource.oz.au>
- Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1992 14:01:00
- Sender: gateway@csource.oz.au
- Lines: 55
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- To whom it may concern,
- With regard to your letter.
-
-
- Dear Sir,
-
- Your superheated letter arrived this morning in an envelope with a
- ten cent stamp on it and it would have given the boy and myself great
- pleasure had it not revived us in a melancholy reflection on what had
- happened before. The way you thought the account could have been settled a
- long time ago and the way it hasn't been since. Here is why......
-
- In 1954 I bought a sawmill on credit. In 1955 I bought a team of
- horses, timber wagon, two ponies, a double barrell shotgun and a crystal
- ball. Also two razor backed pigs, all on credit. In 1956 the bloody sawmill
- was burned to the ground, one of the ponies died and I loaned the other to a
- stupid bastard who starved it to death. After this I joined the church.
-
- In 1957 my father died and my brother was hanged for raping a
- pensioner, a tramp seduced my daughter and I had to pay him $50 a week to
- keep him from becoming one of my relatives. In 1958 my boy got the mumps,
- this went to his head and to save his life had to be castrated. Later whilst
- I was fishing, the rotten boat overturned and two of my lads were drowned,
- neither being the one who was castrated. In 1959 my wife ran away with a
- sheep shearer leaving me with twice as much work. I then had to engage a
- house keeper and to keep expenses down I married her, but had a job to make
- her pregnant. I went to the doctor who advised me to create some excitement
- at the crucial time. That night I took the shotgun to bed with me and when I
- thought the time was right I leaned out of the bed and fired the gun through
- the window. The wife shit the bed, I ruptured myself and the next morning I
- found I had shot my best cow.
-
- In 1960 I took to drink. I didn't stop until all I had left was a
- pocket watch and a weak bladder. This for a time (winding the watch and
- racing for a piss) kept me busy. After a year I took heart and bought on
- credit a manure machine, a reaper, a binder and a car.
-
- Then came the floods and washed the bloody lot away. My wife
- contracted V.D. from a travelling salesman and my boy died from wiping his
- arse on a rabbit skin which was infected.
-
- It surprised me very much when you said in your letter that you
- would cause trouble if I didn't pay up. If you can think of any trouble that
- I have missed then I certainly would like to hear of it.
-
- Trying to get money out of me is like trying to poke butter up a
- porcupines arse with a red hot poker. I am praying for a shower of skunk
- shit to pass your way and also hope that the centre of it is directly over
- the bunch of bastards in your office who sent this final demand.
-
-
-
- Yours for more credit.
- * Origin: Tassie DataBank, 4 Lines, D'bridge Tasmania, 6.5 Gigs (3:670/301)
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