From: email@example.com (Mumthra)
Subject: Dear Dead Deer
Date: 04 Apr 1999 00:00:00 GMT
The weenies were picketting at the garden gates this morning with big
ol' full color tombstones for nineteen "innocent murdered deer." There
weren't enough picketteers to represent all the dead deer, but they
tried really hard to make up for it with sincere meatlessness.
I can't remember that last time I itched so badly for a RIFLE. Those
fucking deer have nipped and nibbled everything in the gardens from
four feet on down to the ground. Their herbicide is BREATHTAKING, but
it's not enough to persuade these picketpeckers that execution is the
RIGHT THING TO DO.
It would be an ENTIRELY different story if the deer had BIG POINTY
TEETH and were known to carry off house kittens and disembowel them by
moonlight. I think it's time to start some rumors about Vicious