From Me (Francoise Versailles) to b*****@yahoo.com
I had diarrhea last month.  I had to shit all fuckin day.

From Robert to Me:
And you are telling me this why?

From Me to Robert:
Because I felt you really needed to know. Your Monday will be so much better after I describe the corn kernels floating in a viscous brown sludge. The aroma was enlightening, it opened my sinuses right up.

From Robert to Me:
You're a real winner clown! Original too lol... With so many of you jockeying for position on the web you will be pleased to know that your comments don't really measure up.

From Me to Robert:
Who wants a shitty commission based sales position. I'd rather blow my St Bernard.

 From Robert to Me:
You are an idiot kid! Stop wasting my time b fore you find yourself in a situation you regret. Everything is not what it seems to be guy, but now that I have your ip address and exact location I can certainly show you better than I can tell you. 18 Foxtrot, look it up. You do know what covert ops is don't you. Do yourself a favor, 2 actually. Get a job, and walk away from this.

From Me to Robert:
Oooh! I'm really scared! Are you pretending to be some commando? Or were you kicked out of the military for being a homosexual? You are so full of shit! I'm going to take a picture of my shit this afternoon and send it to you as a reminder of how full of shit you are.

From Robert to Me:
no, what you are gonna do is spend the next 30 days wondering when you will see us. looking forward to it. FYI...commandos are pussies.



From Me to Robert (attachment part deux):
This reminded me of you (see attached).
You're a fucking dumb cunt lol.
Fuck your retarded pyramid scheme commission only job for monkey retards to do. Guess that's why you're doing this shit instead of something that matters.