Captain Peacock, Your mail below to our employee, Princess Honey, was intercepted by our Company SwearyWordedMailDetector (TM) which set off a record score of 8665 on the Corporate Swear-o-meter here at MissPrint.Org, making several of the gentler members of the secretarial staff spill their tea. I shall endeavour to pass your sentiments on to the illustrious members of the landed gentry who make use of the particular electronical mailing list to which you refer. If I may paraphrase your words a little, because many of the members of the aforementioned list have little time to spare, having strong connections in the city and estates to manage, may I express them as "On No Accounts Buy Stuart David's New Book"? and "Because He's Gay"? Miss Print CEO Miss Print's Printing House P.S. Nice shirt. On Mon, 26 Feb 2001, Peacock Johnson wrote to Princess Honey:
Alright, pal?
I don't know who the fuck you are, but apparently you think you know something about me.
Because of this wee campaign I'm running I spend a lot of the time typing tit-licker's name into the internet, looking for sites where I might be able to get my point of view across. I came across this fucking nancy-boy site a few weeks ago, and today I found your email on it. What the fuck are you playing at, pal? Here I am trying to get a serious point across that the cunt all these cunts look up to is a rip-off merchant, and then you seem to feel qualified to assure them that me and tit-licker are in fact one and the same guy. What the fuck is that all about?
That was the rumour I found the first time I went onto that pink fucking site, so I sent a wee Email to a lassie on there who seemed to have a wee thing for me. Never heard a word back. So now (unfortunately for you) your my guy.
I've got a lot of support so far. The Times, The Daily Record, NME, The List, and now I'll tell you what you're going to do. You seem to hold some kind of sway with all these fancy wee cunts. So you're going to correct your mistake.
Do you hear me?
It's fucking sad enough that they look up to bent-boy in the first place, but I think it's fucking important for them to know just what they're looking up to. Do you know what I mean? They spend a lot of money on him.
Let them know exactly what they're spending they're money on.
And see if you can get that wee lassie to write back to me at the same time. She seemed like an alright wee piece of cunt.
Do you hear me son?
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