Dispatches from the Jones #2357

Will he make it or won’t he? This communique has just been recieved!

“Sgt. Jones reporting to bridge following the scuppering of your ship by yours truly, as the porno lifestyle in the hollow deck is much sweeter than your shitty space exploration shenanegins. I’ve just joined the good ship ‘train’, but unfortunately it will take veritable light years to get to the space station X-3TER as we must stop at bloody every known port in the galaxy. I will send you a space o gram when I know what the bally hellfire is going on. Out. (You gi”

This text has been preserved in full with all its Sci-Fi typos, that future readers may know for sure what an uncultured bastard the Jones is.

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