> Come to Rochester. I'll arrange things so you never have to read my words
> again. Permanently. Bring your daddy from Texas. Great Northern Pike will
> eat anything.
>
That's the drugs talking.
> Come to Rochester. I'll arrange things so you never have to read my words
> again. Permanently. Bring your daddy from Texas. Great Northern Pike will
> eat anything.
>
That's the drugs talking.
No. It's a promise. Don't be a pussy. Come on over.
It's either the drugs talking or a direct threat on my life. Consider your position carefully.
You're already 98% dead. You've been that way for quite some time.
Perhaps. But you have no right to go the remaining 2%, so prayerfully consider threatening my life. I'm not so worried about me as about the poor bastard that has to live next door, or down the street, to you because you are unstable. Wrong on most things in life, and unstable at the same time. That's a bad combination. It's also the main reason your wife isn't your wife anymore. You need help.
Hell....all I need to do is slam a door loudly and it should put you down.
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