MY SECRET MONEY

Talk about having fuck you tax free money.
Or like it explicitly states on my Washington State ID card, "This is not a driver's license."
Yeah, well fuck you and the horse you rode in on.
I kill my catch, and I don't care who knows it.
Obviously, I do always look both ways before I do it.
Especially if you don't even have a state fishing license; much less car insurance.
In confirmation of the first half of my own private prophecy trailer called CATCH ME IF YOU CAN.
Oh yeah, "It's time to eliminate all borders." and paper-trail cash money.
Per my child wife movie trailer for that other big LeBowski movie made by those two Coen brothers.

Gregory Scott Relf's
TWO MOTHERFUCKERS NEWSLETTER

REVELATION NOTE: According to the revealed word at 2bc.info, after the fall of western Babylon there will be no more income taxes on your silver and gold.

 "We don't need no stink'n rules." A FIST FULL OF DOLLARS meets BLAZING SADDLES.
Not to mention Social Security and Medicare.

PS BRUCE: When the forces of God's ugly marred servent in 3NEPHI 20-21 goes on offence, a lot of good folks out there are going to become rather offended.
For when,  "Whenever you have to kill every motherfucker in the room, there is no substitute for the 47." PULP FICTION meets JACKIE BROWN.
Ergo,
"Tarantino is an ugly lookin' motherfucker." Spike Lee.