Letters
The Wasp Box recently had recourse to write to a dear aquaintance. A piece of prose expressing deep friendship and great love. That letter is reproduced here.
Dear Sir,
It has come to my attention that you are a complete anus of a man. Your pseudo-tough posturing is beginning to wear rather thin and your smegmatic helmet is becoming unbearably odiferous. I am writing today to insult you and your family. Your wife is as beautiful as the prolapsed rectum of a cow shortly after parturition, but she has none of the personality. Your daughter on the other hand is quite lovely, apart, that is, from her vandalised and voluminous vagina, which has at one time or another contained everything from root vegetables to rugby balls, as well as much of the Northern leagues. Not bad for a girl of 16. Your son, it has to be said, is a charming and witty individual, although his penchant for coprophilia and creating fuckable wounds in farmyard animals must provide you with your fair share of heartache. It is not without regret that I must inform you that I have performed quite despicable acts with all three of these poor souls, and your daughter, for one, may be permanently scarred. However, these acts are nothing compared with what you will receive if you ever darken my doorstep again.
Your sincerely,
Wasp Box (Whoring)
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