I was running a Peachong game (it's an old world game involving dice, eggs, and prostitution) in the alley of the chinese section of Mariupol when I was again snatched by the nap. A theme that now seems destine to be reoccurring in my adventures. This time it was a Chinese slave trader who shackled me to a small manchurian lad and tossed us into a barlap Sack and stuffed us into a barrel. Bukpung and I would be held that way intermittently for a few weeks which was most unpleasant for his pension for chain smoking. All that smoke in the burlap sack was making for an intolerable interurption in my reading. And I had committed to the continuation of my education at age eight month. At 1 yr and one month I was on schedule for testing out of university in another two months. But calculating the pitch of the ocean, wind speed, and angle of the sun, I imagined that University of Moscow was now going to be plan B.
Mr. Bukpung,
ReplyDeleteAs of Saturday the 22nd of August, none of your predictions have come to pass. The Florida Penninsula remains above sea level and has not as of yet burst into flames. However, like you do predict a Mr. Farnheart Buttersworthinglyton did emerge from the Okalatchee swamp river with the Trystan of Titan intact and did in fact turn the streets of Naples into silver. Unfortunately the city council had already paved them in gold. This misdeed in alchemy has resluted in a run off of catastrophic proportions, resulting in a run off of mercury and sugar glaze. Sugar authorities are on their way to question you. Highest Regards-Wilberforce G. Moisturizinglotion the IV
I can not speak too the integrity of Mr. Moisturizinglotion. But Mr. Bukpung was certainly suprised to be roused out his summer nest in the pin oak tree at 600 Michigan ave. in Chicago Il. by the sugar authorities. If you maitain correspondance with Mr. Butterworthinglyton please engourage him to return the tryston to the beach where Mr. Neptune will meet him.
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