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Red Alert was heard from the sponsors of this Message "Scrooge and sons Safe depositories NSW Aus"


The strange seismic sounds had bothered scientists. However , it was the last Email message Re Tiny Tim Of the Reywobs which had been simultaneously received by the Reywob clan which rang fiscal alarm bells, which resulted in the rapid closure of Cash safety deposit boxes in Richmond Kurrajong and on the coast at Huskisson in NSW Australia

The radiant glow surrounding the said boxes portrayed the Ghostly Kosher Effigy of Great grandma Reywob in the 1930's whose purse was sealed with super glue to prevent spending and spillage - wailing "the ogre of charity besets us - we must repel all requests or lose the black ink supply for our shekel deposits"

It was not until the following day The " All Clear" Was announced on Hewbrewvision that a Elder of the Reywob clan had announced That he had actually given not even lent it to the poor parishioner in deep poo, he was counseled by a senior reywob over the matter but was frightened off when the great Reywob Said it is better to give than receive and was last seen at the wailing wall... just wailing.


Think it more satisfactory to live richly than die rich.

Health wealth and happiness to you all. Sel Reywob.


Timbowyer@me.com Replied HaHa HaHa  "I loved it"

----- Original Message -----
From: Les Bowyer
Sent: Monday, January 12, 2015 8:10 PM
Subject: Andrew.



Anytime you wish to resolve any existing problems, your Mother and Chris and I are ready to come to the party but don't leave it until it is too late, if you have any gripes , air them now., or before Friday Jan 16.the date is decisive due to a legal fiscal matter. this is entirely up to you, we have done our part. .

I will be in Wyong Hospital Tomorrow and the big one in Wyong on the 23rd Jan., your Mother has asked me several times this week if I knew where I was,, yes it has all gone. I am afraid your Mother has lost it. Dad..


A sort of happy ending -Respite thing occurred Wed evening and Aunt Rose is spending a few days away down the coast. is coming back today. Sat 17.

This was sent to Tony and particularly David who's Fat frump teacher live in lover and I had a Stoush XMAS back in 2013..

----- Original Message -----
From: Les Bowyer
Sent: Thursday, January 15, 2015 9:09 PM
Subject: The proud Bowyer family



Whether or not it is a known fact that Dad and Mum are owed since 1996 $14.5 thous bucks which would now amount to at least $40 thou or more in Int from dear Tim and ex spouse is not relevant to this appeal but it is nice to remind persons within the tribe that the matter remains unresolved and the likelihood of its recovery has been banished to the backburners of my mind like many other best forgotten issues which some of us prefer to keep on record in case of whatever may perhaps in the future be needed to stir the proverbial can.

However, some of us have got on with our lives and and have forgotten petty issues some of us have retained their superior than thou attitude and make little effort to resolve those past silly- petty issues. well here is an opportunity to set things straight. those who wish to communicate and get on with their lives feel free to do so.

During the past few weeks it has been drawn to my notice that our Junior tribal member, Tim; May 'Midas' bless him , has again fallen on Severe fiscal stony ground and despite pleading incantations to his banking predators has come to the double full stop.... plus.... His Mater and Pater yours truly recently paid off one third of his new refrigerator and today I have contributed my weekly pension ( 1 Off only) to Lessen his fiscal burden and to wit will assist his necessary expense to exit his present abode, which according to Tim is under constant threat of attack by the local indigenous tribal forces in downtown Redfern in the borough of Sydney.. This is an urgent appeal for assistance to make up the shortfall of four hundred Dollars to enable Tim escape from certain annihilation .

Please send your fiscal donations to Tim , who will accept any form of monetary payment or send to Chris who will forward it on the Tim. ( No widows Mites in the box this is serious , ok then,you have the goodwill message lets see how the goodwill stakes are in force today ' Be a Proud Bowyer and lead the Charge for Tim and ST George so don't stand around get to it; dig deep. And. to all you lovely rich REYWOBS have a great day..... **your poor reywob patriarch.

** untrue.                  Plese read in reverse, Unc Les

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