Junk mail
I received another one of those contact magazines this morning; it landed with a thud behind my front door. They get bigger every month, I can only assume that more people are abandoning their morals and subscribing to these rags. You know the kind of thing I mean, A3 size, colourful front page but chocked full of small black and white pictures of people in various poses, offering all kinds of services to the discerning pervert.
My eyesight isn't what it used to be so I find it impossible to read the captions, and the pictures are of so bad a quality that I have to take a magnifying glass to them to make out anything at all. They have been popping through my door since the first day I moved into the house, so its a fair bet that the previous occupants are to blame for this assault on my intellect. I did a little research in the early days and it appears that prior to my living there it was occupied by two young ladies who entertained a lot, sometimes at quite unsociable hour's one neighbour complained.
I know for a fact that some chap named Killroy paid many visits to the house and the local police were frequently to be seen knocking on the door, I assume to ask them to turn the music down or something. Anyway they have been arriving without fail despite my attempts at getting them stopped. I have made several phone calls to the number listed in the mag and sent many letters, all to no avail, still they come. I give up, unless any of you out there have any ideas I suppose I will just have to put up with it.
Big Boy Manchester
My eyesight isn't what it used to be so I find it impossible to read the captions, and the pictures are of so bad a quality that I have to take a magnifying glass to them to make out anything at all. They have been popping through my door since the first day I moved into the house, so its a fair bet that the previous occupants are to blame for this assault on my intellect. I did a little research in the early days and it appears that prior to my living there it was occupied by two young ladies who entertained a lot, sometimes at quite unsociable hour's one neighbour complained.
I know for a fact that some chap named Killroy paid many visits to the house and the local police were frequently to be seen knocking on the door, I assume to ask them to turn the music down or something. Anyway they have been arriving without fail despite my attempts at getting them stopped. I have made several phone calls to the number listed in the mag and sent many letters, all to no avail, still they come. I give up, unless any of you out there have any ideas I suppose I will just have to put up with it.
Big Boy Manchester
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