Hey Tone, ole buddy,
Sheeit, you knocked the corncobs off that Howard bastard, didn't ya? Waal, let me tell ya, that man is a symbol of Britain's backward lookin'--know what I mean. This guy tried to corner you with Eyerack but he had no facts, no fiction. Does that make sense ol' buddy?
Let me tell ya Tony, guys like that have no idea at all. Doesn't he know that we had a second agenda with Eyerack. Land's sakes we had a third agenda too. You know what ah mean, Tony. They (the plebi****----interlude: Hey, babe, howdya spel pleb?)--- something or other, don't realise we're doing things for the world, we are, you and I. Tony, you and I got the ayrabs, the Sudanese, the Uzbekis and every other shitfaced binladenite with their dirty knickers in a knot. We're the best Tony boy and don't you forget it.
Spun by Georgia last week, Laura and I (not our Georgia ,Tony), and gee, what a reception. Some f***er threw a 'Toys are Us' grenade nearby. What a gas. My guys knew about this 3 weeks ago. No problem, Jim Daniels stood on the f***in' thing and it had less power than a pack of Pepto Bismol. Assholes. Who the f*** are they playing with?
Anyway, old boy, look after things in our State 53 and don't worry about that Howard (My God that man has got a good lookin' wife), fella. He may have more seats now (and that Scottish Bast**rd too), but they can't touch ya buddy. By the way,how's Gordon? He aiin't mailed me lately.
Okay, cheers Gordon (what's that honey?), oh, sheeit, cheers again Tone. (Laura says they say cheers in the fish and chips shops---I gotta tell MacDonalds that!
Your buddy,
George W.
