Rejected! ... errrrrrr, I mean ... accepted! And who is Chris?
I examined the capital you sent. I found it a difficult examination, to say the least. In fact, I thought it was just godawful. I mean, really. How dare you send us this offense, this offal. I've of a right mind to report you to the authorities that govern over, well, you know, ezines and stuff like that. All this talk about private areas and whatnot? How do you sleep, Hennie? Children could examine this capital just as well as myself or any other consenting adults, you know, and, well, children are our future. I love children! I'll have you know the last time I was exposed to filth like this, I took matters into my own hands, and sure maybe I did get into a bit of trouble with the Algerian "law enforcement", but at least a good outstanding Algerian "police chief" knows the value of a boxful of Japanese food-porn VHS, but, oh no. No. I say! Not this time, Ms. Denny, you won't bait me! I will not be baited! So I am sorry to report that the capital you sent us did not touch the money. And if it had, we'd need to dump that monkey in a bathtub full of cleanser and bubbly goodness pronto, maam. We'd need to scrub that monkey. And he wouldn't like it one bit, no siree. And it would have all been your fault. And one more thing, you sick animal! Just kidding, Chris. You're in. Again. Congrats.
Keep it unreal,
Boligard Doomey the Floor www.tqrstories.com