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From: thomas verster <globetrottter@hotmail.com>
Date: Thu, Sep 17, 2009 at 5:45 PM
Subject: RE: Greetings From Max
To: max hartshorn <max.hartshorn@gmail.com>
Hi Max, you were the good guy , but matthew was a headache
From: thomas verster <globetrottter@hotmail.com>
Date: Thu, Sep 17, 2009 at 5:45 PM
Subject: RE: Greetings From Max
To: max hartshorn <max.hartshorn@gmail.com>
Hi Max, you were the good guy , but matthew was a headache
I don´t think i will ever more allow that kind of situation to develop ....
As a group you broke 3 axes directly and one was screwed up by matthew
is already cracking and in return you all were not able to produce a single replacem,ent .
I have fixed them all now .....I can operate fine alone ..
I also would like to know if Matthew took an axe along and left it ....on the path he was supposedly going to make to the seaside ......i have no idea .
i found Matthew.s improvised tent and all the materials he took without ever asking me
as also food became self service
The only one i could appreciate is YOU ....you were actually willing to help and run over and lend a hand
so to you THANKS , Matthew never again please
I do need to find someone to take care of my land from Dec to Feb 2010
You are welcome as you did not impose like matthey , but matthew , no kidding
never again . Some french girls came afterwards ....they were a complete contrast ....
so kind and helpful ....then i realized the difference was like night and day .-
So anyway have fun ......learn a lot ......if you want to come again some day , you are welcome but only with the guarantee that matthew stays far away
OK smile , i have to be honest about this
ciao
Thomas
But then again, I wrote this in June:
While I was making my money in Japan selling tsoskies on the street, they had a saying in Japanese:
"Every grody old man who made his money selling tsoskis on the street deserves a perfect little Japansese girl to be his wife and servant forever."
I just have to say things when I see them. One thing is that none of you is a Japanese girl.
I don't know where you got the idea that you could just come here and eat my food and work on my land. Maybe it's because I said on various websites that you could, and reinforced this impression in subsequent emails and by transporting you, and food for you to eat, to my land.
But I everything would be much easier and faster if I did it alone. It's only for strategic reasons that I allow you people to be here and take tea with milk and learn about Awareness with me:
First, your human smell helps keep away Puma.
Second, I'm a lonely, grody, crazy old man who wants to be dicking a young, lithe, obedient Japanese girl. But it would be awkward for me to say that only little Japanese girls can come to my land.
I think if I said that then nobody except the theiving Latin fisherman of Raul Marin would come to my land, and then only while I'm away in Japan for three months every year looking for a wife.
...or at least a fucking cum dumpster. That Megumi sat here and let rats eat my tools for three months, and then she leaves the day after I return without even considering an opportunity for pleasure.
I am so tired of my own right hand. When you do it in the same, optimal way every three days for twenty-five years it can be extremely dangerous.
Listen: you need to hold it like this, with this finger on this nerve, here, and the thumb back here to provide opposing pressure.
But Look: look at these bloody callouses, these are why I need a little Japanese girl. I've considered changing my grip but this is the only right way; it's just that my fingers have too much force and are hard as Luma.
I doubt you could even achieve orgasm with any other technique, I've never heard of it.
If I ever again get a little Japanese girl to do me, instead of some discusting Latin, here in my sleeping bags--this isn't a hotel you know I have to wash them! I'm going to teach her this way to hold me first.
Then, when she can bring me off in thirty seconds, just as I do for myself at nine o'clock in the evening every three days, only then will I submit myself to her tiny Japanese box.
Hopefully she can learn to flex her kiegle muscles into the same, optimal grip; and also maybe she will orgasm with me in thirty seconds at nine o'clock in the evening every three days. But if not, I'm sure I can teach her to.
"Every grody old man who made his money selling tsoskis on the street deserves a perfect little Japansese girl to be his wife and servant forever."
I just have to say things when I see them. One thing is that none of you is a Japanese girl.
I don't know where you got the idea that you could just come here and eat my food and work on my land. Maybe it's because I said on various websites that you could, and reinforced this impression in subsequent emails and by transporting you, and food for you to eat, to my land.
But I everything would be much easier and faster if I did it alone. It's only for strategic reasons that I allow you people to be here and take tea with milk and learn about Awareness with me:
First, your human smell helps keep away Puma.
Second, I'm a lonely, grody, crazy old man who wants to be dicking a young, lithe, obedient Japanese girl. But it would be awkward for me to say that only little Japanese girls can come to my land.
I think if I said that then nobody except the theiving Latin fisherman of Raul Marin would come to my land, and then only while I'm away in Japan for three months every year looking for a wife.
...or at least a fucking cum dumpster. That Megumi sat here and let rats eat my tools for three months, and then she leaves the day after I return without even considering an opportunity for pleasure.
I am so tired of my own right hand. When you do it in the same, optimal way every three days for twenty-five years it can be extremely dangerous.
Listen: you need to hold it like this, with this finger on this nerve, here, and the thumb back here to provide opposing pressure.
But Look: look at these bloody callouses, these are why I need a little Japanese girl. I've considered changing my grip but this is the only right way; it's just that my fingers have too much force and are hard as Luma.
I doubt you could even achieve orgasm with any other technique, I've never heard of it.
If I ever again get a little Japanese girl to do me, instead of some discusting Latin, here in my sleeping bags--this isn't a hotel you know I have to wash them! I'm going to teach her this way to hold me first.
Then, when she can bring me off in thirty seconds, just as I do for myself at nine o'clock in the evening every three days, only then will I submit myself to her tiny Japanese box.
Hopefully she can learn to flex her kiegle muscles into the same, optimal grip; and also maybe she will orgasm with me in thirty seconds at nine o'clock in the evening every three days. But if not, I'm sure I can teach her to.
Although I didn't send it to him, maybe I should.
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