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Gunrunning for fun and profit

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Gunrunning for fun and profit
o8.o3.o2 1:33 p.m.

back in high school I had a book on how to make C$. The same author, it was obviously a made up name, had published other hot-to manuals. The c4 book got confiscated and I cant remember the name of the author. I want to get one of his other books. The titles were really funny, and the information, like in The Anarchist Cookbooks, is slightly wrong. I'm not sure if it's that way intentionally in order to get the reader in trouble, or if it's that way to keep the author out of trouble, so when found and tragged into court he could say "they're not real, it was supposed to be a joke, who would take a book called 'Mantrapping, the ultimate sport' seriously??" He's got other titles "Gunrunning, for Fun and Profit" I'm looking for a different one of his titles. If any of these sounds familiar leave me a note. I can't explain any further, not even here.


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About Me
I am a bipolar genius, child abuse & addiction survivor, who is now a single mother who works 70 hours a week and has had gastric-bypass weight loss surgery a year ago. Wish me luck cuz I need it!!!

Examples of My Insanity
Dead On Mental Health Quiz
Tuna Noodle Casserole Story
Explaining Myselves
Biting Off Redneck's Finger
Got So Crazy Scratched Til I Bled
How I Found Nirvana
Leaving Lon After 7 Years
Bad Luck On 3 July 4ths
Random Craziness (FBI Please Disregard)
How I Ended Up A Junky
Almost Getting Raped by a Marine
Typical Weekend in Ohio
How Cobain Saved My Life


How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?


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