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Dear EXTREME netSex, I was a productive member of society. I had a great job as an accountant. Ok, the work stunk, but at least I got paid. A while ago my company decided to splurge and get all of us net access. Everything was going good, and then I stumbled across your website. I was immediately hooked. I spend every waking moment logging onto this website or thinking about logging onto it. I have carpo tunnel now and the pain is incredible. I haven't gone to work for over two months and I'm sure I have no job to go back to now. But that's ok...I don't want to ever leave the monitor. Unfortunately I have a problem. I spent the last of the money in my bank account on a 26" monitor and a faster modem. I'm sorry to say I forgot to buy groceries. I am very hungry and have no way of getting food. Could you guys possible send me a care package, so I will have enough energy to continue enjoying this website. I have to cut this letter short because my carpo-tunnel is flaring up....please help me. Mark T. Tuttle
Dear EXTREME netSex, I would like to thank you for stopping a horrible disaster from happening. It was two days to my wedding, and then a friend of mine introduced me to your website. Suffice to say, I realized that the girl i was about to get hitched to was nothing. I fell in love with the girls from Deb's Dorm and now I stalk them daily. And I owe it all to you. Hebert Forrester
I wish to state my concern about something. It is obvious this website is trying very hard to be original and is doing a very good job at it. I would just like to point out that if you continue to do things like this, the rest of the web sites on the internet will have to follow suit. We can't have that now can we? I mean think about the man hours that would be lost. I urge you to reconsider your tactics. Stop improving this website and adding new features. We must all work together to make sure that the web never gets populated with creativity and quality. Prof. Ted Logan Esquire
On January 14th you guys sent over a free stripper as part of a promotion. I think you remember who I am. Hope so. In any event, I wonder if you might take care of something. As it happens, midway into her performance, the stripper dropped dead. I don't know why, but it occurred after she ate some of my wife's cake, so maybe it was an allergic reaction. To put this short, after the incident the party pretty much stopped and my friends freaked out and left screaming. The stripper is still in my living room. We have stopped going in there because the smell is just too great. Would you guys be good sports and send over a police officer or at the very least a bulk garbage service? Me and my wife would appreciate it. Kevin James
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