Dear Harry Reid,
Go fuck yourself! Are you out to totally fuck up your entire state? I would like you to remember something...Nevada is a fucking desert! The only thing you can do is Gamble, Drink and Fuck. And you want to take the Fuck out of the State? Are you losing your mind?
So let me get this straight. You want to get rid of legal prostitution? Because illegal prostitution is better? Let me assure you of one thing you turd steak, wherever men gamble and drink...Hookers will follow. Are you too stupid to understand this FACT. So keep it legal and shut the fuck up!
Sincerely,
Captain Shitty
Dear Dennis Hof,
Even though I have never been to your place of business, it makes me feel better that you are there. The Moonlite Bunny Ranch gives me a warm fuzzy feeling, just knowing that a place like yours exists. I look forward to the day that I can walk into your establishment with a stack of cash and have my fun in a legal, clean, establishment.
You really need to go after this fuck tard, Harry Reid who is trying to undermine not only you but your entire state. Maybe you should invite him out to the ranch? No fuck that, he does not deserve to hang with you and your girls. My bet is that he probably does not even like girls...
Anyway good luck. I think your quote "Harry Reid is going to have to pry the keys to the cat house out of my cold dead hands," sum's it up perfectly.
Take it easy friend and I look forward to meeting you soon.
Sincerely,
Captain Shitty
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