THERE WAS ONE VERY UNPLEASANT YEAR when the Fat Wallet Mob gave me a fair bit of curry. First there was the fire bomb in my home, followed by my car taking a Molotov cocktail of some type which incinerated it pretty much along with a bunch of files I had in the trunk. I think a ‘hit’ was ordered but the instructions were gibberised because the Fat Wallet Gang was not that smart at that. There was a bit of verballing and my website was savagely attacked and intimidation seemed to be a popular frame of reference. Possibly because of all this or because I forgot to pay her licence, my puppy, Fluffy, ran away. As I say, it was not a pleasant year, that one.
I am not sure who precisely constituted the Fat Wallet Gang, but it is an inclusive mob with a common interest, well, clearly, in big fat wallets stuffed with cash. I can see Senseye shifting uneasily whilst considering by which means he will imbibe his ...
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