James Brezhnev
2006-03-22 19:39:18 UTC
Swords drawn, the nearest Starbucks at sun-up!
For the rest of you, let me tell you about this lowlife. He gave
my wife what he promised would be a routine massage. Yet
between his magic fingers, worldly charm, rugged good looks, and
manly musk, he seduced her. That's right -- he made love to my
wife! I forgive her, for how could she be expected to resist the
charms of this Little Rock Lothario? No mortal woman could.
But Kenneth, you will pay for your crimes! Mark my word, just
as I will mark with the tip of my sword the exact spot from whence
your blood will spill!
Yours in honor,
James Brezhnev
For the rest of you, let me tell you about this lowlife. He gave
my wife what he promised would be a routine massage. Yet
between his magic fingers, worldly charm, rugged good looks, and
manly musk, he seduced her. That's right -- he made love to my
wife! I forgive her, for how could she be expected to resist the
charms of this Little Rock Lothario? No mortal woman could.
But Kenneth, you will pay for your crimes! Mark my word, just
as I will mark with the tip of my sword the exact spot from whence
your blood will spill!
Yours in honor,
James Brezhnev