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a postcard from me, this may be my only chance of contact. if i make it, the next postcard will be from the zanzee bar. |
This is the infamous ZANNZEE BAR. It is the centre of the underworld, holding the criminals of the world. Piggles was to attend
as the guest enertainment, however she never appeared, I wonder what could held her up?
Next stop the university.
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a cnn newsflash of my apartment building on fire. the news caption read:
"A mole is rescued from a burning building as yet the cause of the fire is undetermined. when interviewed the mole said it
began as a chip pan fire but firemen have found no chip pan. the search for the cause continues." |
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my name is sir bin molen, international terrorist and porn star. my girlfriends name is piggles and my body guard/stunt double
is sir gay mole. we are like brothers. the police are always watching over me so i must be carefull what i say. i live in
a cave deep in the heart of molesville, dumb city, hiding from the mbi (moles bureau of investigation).
this website is to chronicle my adventures and mishaps in my search for terror and enlightenment. To all you bast**ds in city
hall i will smoke you up!
Moles forever, capitalism never! |
what do you think of my website? contact me on binmolen@hotmail.com |
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monday:
thought i saw a policeman walk past my cave, but on closer inspection (under gun point), he was just a postman. unfortunatly
i had to dispose of him as he had seen too much.
i think piggles is having an affair with my stunt double. |
wednesday:
i caught piggles in the bathroom with sir gay mole, i have a feeling he is not really gay.
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friday:
recieved a shipment of illegal waterpistols, i have warned piggles that if i find her and sir gay together again i will use
one on her.
had a phone call from the president of molesville begging me to come out of hiding and give myself up. however i refused,
they can kiss my hairy mole ass |
sunday:
i left my cave for the first time in 2 months last night, to go on a drink, drugs and whore rampage.
cant really remember much, but when i woke up i had a sore ass, and a tattoo on my backside that read "bend me over and spank
my ass"
at least piggles screams from the cellar have lessened. |
monday:
tomorrow i leave on the greatest pilgrimage of all, i leave in search of the fabled zanzee bar, the legendary eating house
of the head terrorist mole (el grando de moleo, of the ancient zanzee tribe). |
friday:
I have travelled deep into the unknown dessert, with a team of loyal followers, in my search for the great el grando de moleo,
I do not know if i will ever return. |
Saturday:
I have found the fabled zanee bar, in the heart the criminal underworld. I recieved a warm welcome, my reputation has travelled
far.
Unfortantly I believe the MBI is following me, so I will have to move fast and leave this place.
I have enroled myself into the local university to study bomb making for beginners.
I journey further into the unknown, ever onwards in my search for the great 'el grando de moleo' in the hope He will show
me the way to being the greatest terrorist there ever was or will be. |
Monday:
I have rented a flat just outside of campus. I have filled it with books to improve my bomb making skills, and bought surplies
for practical experiments.
I am of now to go to my first lecture, 'The surprize bombing' |
thursday: I had an accident. i had just come from my latest class - simple bombs to make at home- and i was feeling confident. i was at home for lunch then as i went to go to my next lecture i realised the door to my apartment was jammed. i paniced so i set up a home made bomb to blow the door down. just a little blast...but something went wrong......it was only supposed to blow the bloody door off..... |
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