Jimmy's Drunken Email

These are actual email messages that have appeared (usually around 3am) in The Blade's mailbox, or at the Club's hotmail address. We feel these are testimony to the worthiness of our cause: to keep Jimmy away from Boone's Farm, antifreeze, and Sterno!

AFTER ALMOST A YEAR:Friday, August 5, 1999:

"dumb ass fuckin' wetbacks............fuck them and their little dog. i hope that it gets raped by a great dane.........oh geeze, there i go again bad mouthing our national eye soar."

Sunday, October 29, 1998:

"my nuts hurt, my hand aches and my mind keeps wondering. shit, i'm getting old. i totally forgot why i started this e-mail. i'll try again if my mind will let me."

ALSO Sunday, October 29, 1998:

"of course right now any chick would get my most undivided attention, so i'm not too picky. i guess that makes me wrong? oh well, that's nothing new to my real friends......by the way, if les gets laid b/4 i do, i'm gonna commit harry karry........"

Wednesday, August 19, 1998:

"well i'll be god damned....39 years old and i DID NOT know that. i'm drunk and that's a fuckin' astonishment...not that i'm druck you fuuls, the part about the fuckin' dead guys. it's a good think that i'm not fuckin' write now, or i'd be...not fuckin' right noow!!!!!!!"

Friday, August 28, 1998:

"from the highest of courts in this god for fuckin' sakin' land,... for the luv of gawd, please, i beg of you your royal webmaster of the breakfast club, find a more appealing photo of the lordess lady munz' cabana boy. preferably one with less fat exposed. if so said, then i wilst be your friend for life, or 'til the tap runs dry, god forebid."

Wednesday, September 02, 1998:

"i buried a hatchet deep into the crainium of the bitches fo'head, took possession of the ho's poon stainky, shot the mutha load in da dead cunts ass, finished my beer and called it a day. now that my friends a stress reliefed day. pass the fuckin' beer nuts."

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