The Ultimate Frassati Joke — On the Level
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Subject: The Ultimate Frassati Joke — On the Level
I spotted Holland so I’m squeezing that spot. Let’s see if you are ready for Michael Casey, the fat silver writer from Birmingham, Italy. The ultimate Frassati joke, on the level, finds me.
On the level—is that Level 42? Holland is the answer to everything, all my prayers, only Frassati would do that. I have my finger in a dyke, all double entendre. Then a tsunami of my 3.4 to 5 million words—NO MORE HILLS TO CLIMB. And I can barely ride a bike, another double meaning.
I once nearly fell into a canal laughing so much; I was a GAS in Gas Street Basin. And I will CAP my wealth, but never wear a Dutch cap—I have a Polish one, and maybe 6 more kids in me. I am NO copywriter, everything is original as Carlo Acutis my PR man. Maybe I need a ticket to ride, but that is beyond imagination.
Alan Freeman—I am like him, NO FLUFF on ME. I could go on for years, I am the SON of a Kerry Blacksmith, not just a bright spark. And I set my book in Old Forge and Singing Anvil.
Let me know if you want to adjust any formatting before you copy it, or if you’re ready to hit send and see how they react!
T
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