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All correspondences are forged by the Treat Typists Guild, Local 202, in the typewriter sweatshop hidden in the Semi-Auntomous Exclave of Belugastan. Forgeries are then delivered to unsuspecting rival nation-states in the nearby Metropolis. All documents are forged on the first take, typos included.
All letters are approved of by the Sovereign Republic of Belugastan's Typewriter Politburo and subsequently placed in the Outbox, to be delivered to neighboring states.
Queries from all parties may be directed to the Grand Vizier:
joel {{at}} laserscorpion [dot] com
Or to Commisar-General:
joel {{at}} laserscorpion [dot] com
Or to Commisar-General:
SamuelRaphael at Gmail dot Com
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I'm sure Mr. Chubachi will sit up and take notice!
ReplyDeleteIs there a Women's Pocky?
Well said! Of course the 'season' might simply be a self-imposed production run and it would not be beyond the scope of a moderm producer of fine comestibles to make a surplus and store some for sale during the off-season.
ReplyDeleteThere is no women's Pocky. It is a snack food travesty on the order of that loud Sun Chips bag.
ReplyDeletethank's for yor information and i like your post
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