Did you report it to the police? What a horrible thing to happen!



Please let me know if theres anything I can do for you.

Maiden



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On Behalf Of Der Mad Stamper
Sent: Saturday, April 15, 2006 7:16 AM
To: letterbox-usa@yahoogroups.com
Subject: [LbNA] Tragedy



Okay, everyone... FREEZE! Stop what you're doing right this minute
and don't move an inch! I don't want anyone going anywhere until
somebody coughs up my freakin' PZ Kut!

I suppose I should explain... last night something absolutely
dreadful happened!

It started out pretty much as an ordinary night. I found a nice
little karaoke bar that I hadn't been to before. I went in around
ten, ordered a drink, and put my name on the list to sing a song.
About a half hour later, when they asked me to leave, I headed for
home. There was nothing good on TV and the lady next door had her
shades pulled down, so I went to bed early.

But I woke up with a start when I heard the sound of screeching tires
outside my home. I looked at my alarm and saw that it was exactly 12
midnight. I jumped out of bed and peeked through the curtains of my
bedroom window. There was no one in sight and my car was still parked
in the middle of my front lawn, so I went back to bed.

Then, this morning, I got up and began my usual routine. I popped a
few aspirin, drank some Alka Seltzer, took a quick shower, and then
got undressed. After downing a cup of yogurt and a bottle of pale
ale, I started making my rounds. I fed my pufferfish, threw another
baby bunny into the snake cage, and filled my cat's dish with Cocoa
Pebbles. Then I went over to my special shrine to hug and kiss my
huge private stockpile of precious Grade A white PZ Kut carving
material.

To my horror, I realized that my entire hoard was missing! Gone!
Vanished!

Why would someone do this to me? Why did they have to take my Grade A
white PZ Kut, of all things? There's plenty of other stuff around my
house that is more valuable: my ex-wife's car... my ex-wife's
wardrobe... my ex-wife's prosthetic leg. Why would they take the one
thing that means so very much to me? Why me, Lord, why ME???

It's not like anyone has any personal reason to attack me. Well, I
suppose there's that one guy down the block who used to have the
peekapoo... and then there was that little incident at the convent.
But, for the most part, I've lived a life of pure innocence and have
been an absolute model citizen. What could possibly motivate anyone
to do something so horrid and unspeakable to someone like me?

I know it must have been one of you!

Who else, but a letterboxer, would be driven to come into my home and
steal my beloved PZ Kut? You sick, obsessive, depraved scoundrels!
You will never get away with this!

Whoever you are, I will stop at nothing to find you and expose you
for the villain that you are! I'm going to hire an investigator! I'm
going to hunt you down like an animal! Vengeance will be mine! I will
not sit quietly and be violated in this manner!

Nobody... I repeat, NOBODY... goes letterboxing again until I find my
PZ Kut! Just stay where you are right this second and my investigator
will contact you shortly. Don't any of you move a muscle! You...
you... you freakin'... freaks!

-- Der Mad Stamper






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Did you say White PZCut!

The heart swoons and the eyes actually focus at the thought.

I sure hope you who find da diabolical dastard who did this devilish deed.

Dewberry
--- In letterbox-usa@yahoogroups.com, "Der Mad Stamper"
wrote:
>
> Okay, everyone... FREEZE! Stop what you're doing right this minute
> and don't move an inch! I don't want anyone going anywhere until
> somebody coughs up my freakin' PZ Kut!
>
> I suppose I should explain... last night something absolutely
> dreadful happened!
>
> It started out pretty much as an ordinary night. I found a nice
> little karaoke bar that I hadn't been to before. I went in around
> ten, ordered a drink, and put my name on the list to sing a song.
> About a half hour later, when they asked me to leave, I headed for
> home. There was nothing good on TV and the lady next door had her
> shades pulled down, so I went to bed early.
>
> But I woke up with a start when I heard the sound of screeching tires
> outside my home. I looked at my alarm and saw that it was exactly 12
> midnight. I jumped out of bed and peeked through the curtains of my
> bedroom window. There was no one in sight and my car was still parked
> in the middle of my front lawn, so I went back to bed.
>
> Then, this morning, I got up and began my usual routine. I popped a
> few aspirin, drank some Alka Seltzer, took a quick shower, and then
> got undressed. After downing a cup of yogurt and a bottle of pale
> ale, I started making my rounds. I fed my pufferfish, threw another
> baby bunny into the snake cage, and filled my cat's dish with Cocoa
> Pebbles. Then I went over to my special shrine to hug and kiss my
> huge private stockpile of precious Grade A white PZ Kut carving
> material.
>
> To my horror, I realized that my entire hoard was missing! Gone!
> Vanished!
>
> Why would someone do this to me? Why did they have to take my Grade A
> white PZ Kut, of all things? There's plenty of other stuff around my
> house that is more valuable: my ex-wife's car... my ex-wife's
> wardrobe... my ex-wife's prosthetic leg. Why would they take the one
> thing that means so very much to me? Why me, Lord, why ME???
>
> It's not like anyone has any personal reason to attack me. Well, I
> suppose there's that one guy down the block who used to have the
> peekapoo... and then there was that little incident at the convent.
> But, for the most part, I've lived a life of pure innocence and have
> been an absolute model citizen. What could possibly motivate anyone
> to do something so horrid and unspeakable to someone like me?
>
> I know it must have been one of you!
>
> Who else, but a letterboxer, would be driven to come into my home and
> steal my beloved PZ Kut? You sick, obsessive, depraved scoundrels!
> You will never get away with this!
>
> Whoever you are, I will stop at nothing to find you and expose you
> for the villain that you are! I'm going to hire an investigator! I'm
> going to hunt you down like an animal! Vengeance will be mine! I will
> not sit quietly and be violated in this manner!
>
> Nobody... I repeat, NOBODY... goes letterboxing again until I find my
> PZ Kut! Just stay where you are right this second and my investigator
> will contact you shortly. Don't any of you move a muscle! You...
> you... you freakin'... freaks!
>
> -- Der Mad Stamper
>

--- In letterbox-usa@yahoogroups.com, "Melanie" wrote:
>
> Did you report it to the police? What a horrible thing to happen!
>
> Please let me know if there's anything I can do for you.
>
> Maiden
> _____
>

Are you trying to sweet-talk me? Well, it's not gonna work! I don't
trust anyone! As far as I'm concerned, you're all suspects!

And yes, I did call the police. They came over, dusted for prints, and
asked me to put my clothes back on again. Then they told me there's not
much they can do... incompetent fools!

So, as promised, I've contacted an investigator to help me get to the
bottom of this. Whichever one of you did this will soon be behind bars!

-- Der Mad Stamper

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Whichever one of you did this will soon be behind bars!

-- Der Mad Stamper




Is that a threat or a promise?? I like bars!!!



Wet bars, karoke bars, sushi bars, salad bars...bring on the bars!!!




Boston Rott






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Ahhhhhh!


The white stuff...may it's name be praised!!!!

I must have that white carving material...

I MUST HAVE IT !

I -- M - U - S - T HHHHAAAAVVVEE IT !!!!!

WE......must have iiiiitttt!

We all must have it !!!!



The Mad Stamper was keeping it from us I tell you...

He is a A white PZ Kut carving material...anti-trust bandit.



He was hordin' it

He was hordin' it I tell you !

HORDIN'IT !!!!!



It's not fair ...

White Stuff must be free...



We must liberate it !!!

Letterboxers must be free !

This is only the beginning !

White PZ Kut carving material must be freed!!!!


Signed

The White Stuff Libertion Party !











--- In letterbox-usa@yahoogroups.com, "Der Mad Stamper"
wrote:
>
> Okay, everyone... FREEZE! Stop what you're doing right this minute
> and don't move an inch! I don't want anyone going anywhere until
> somebody coughs up my freakin' PZ Kut!
>
> I suppose I should explain... last night something absolutely
> dreadful happened!
>
> It started out pretty much as an ordinary night. I found a nice
> little karaoke bar that I hadn't been to before. I went in around
> ten, ordered a drink, and put my name on the list to sing a song.
> About a half hour later, when they asked me to leave, I headed for
> home. There was nothing good on TV and the lady next door had her
> shades pulled down, so I went to bed early.
>
> But I woke up with a start when I heard the sound of screeching tires
> outside my home. I looked at my alarm and saw that it was exactly 12
> midnight. I jumped out of bed and peeked through the curtains of my
> bedroom window. There was no one in sight and my car was still parked
> in the middle of my front lawn, so I went back to bed.
>
> Then, this morning, I got up and began my usual routine. I popped a
> few aspirin, drank some Alka Seltzer, took a quick shower, and then
> got undressed. After downing a cup of yogurt and a bottle of pale
> ale, I started making my rounds. I fed my pufferfish, threw another
> baby bunny into the snake cage, and filled my cat's dish with Cocoa
> Pebbles. Then I went over to my special shrine to hug and kiss my
> huge private stockpile of precious Grade A white PZ Kut carving
> material.
>
> To my horror, I realized that my entire hoard was missing! Gone!
> Vanished!
>
> Why would someone do this to me? Why did they have to take my Grade A
> white PZ Kut, of all things? There's plenty of other stuff around my
> house that is more valuable: my ex-wife's car... my ex-wife's
> wardrobe... my ex-wife's prosthetic leg. Why would they take the one
> thing that means so very much to me? Why me, Lord, why ME???
>
> It's not like anyone has any personal reason to attack me. Well, I
> suppose there's that one guy down the block who used to have the
> peekapoo... and then there was that little incident at the convent.
> But, for the most part, I've lived a life of pure innocence and have
> been an absolute model citizen. What could possibly motivate anyone
> to do something so horrid and unspeakable to someone like me?
>
> I know it must have been one of you!
>
> Who else, but a letterboxer, would be driven to come into my home and
> steal my beloved PZ Kut? You sick, obsessive, depraved scoundrels!
> You will never get away with this!
>
> Whoever you are, I will stop at nothing to find you and expose you
> for the villain that you are! I'm going to hire an investigator! I'm
> going to hunt you down like an animal! Vengeance will be mine! I will
> not sit quietly and be violated in this manner!
>
> Nobody... I repeat, NOBODY... goes letterboxing again until I find my
> PZ Kut! Just stay where you are right this second and my investigator
> will contact you shortly. Don't any of you move a muscle! You...
> you... you freakin'... freaks!
>
> -- Der Mad Stamper
>

Hmph...heartland sound like a possible suspect to me - could it be a
political crime and not a crime of greed?

Barefoot Lucy
"It's not about footwear, it's about philosophy"


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Oh puh-leeze! Who even cares about your precious pz-cut, besides you I mean.
Am I crying? Yeah, tears of joy, now I don't have to worry about any more of
your so-called carving masterpieces being inflicted on the letterboxing
world.
Am I worried about your "investigators" turning up anything on me? Yeah
right, like I would even venture into that pit that you call home sweet
home. Last I heard even the cockroaches wipe their feet before leaving.
So cry on little crybaby, it's music to my ears (and so much easier to
listen to than your pitiful rendition of "It's So PZ To Fall in Love).
the lazy letterboxer
----- Original Message -----
From: "Der Mad Stamper"
To:
Sent: Saturday, April 15, 2006 10:16 AM
Subject: [LbNA] Tragedy


> Okay, everyone... FREEZE! Stop what you're doing right this minute
> and don't move an inch! I don't want anyone going anywhere until
> somebody coughs up my freakin' PZ Kut!
>
> I suppose I should explain... last night something absolutely
> dreadful happened!
>
> It started out pretty much as an ordinary night. I found a nice
> little karaoke bar that I hadn't been to before. I went in around
> ten, ordered a drink, and put my name on the list to sing a song.
> About a half hour later, when they asked me to leave, I headed for
> home. There was nothing good on TV and the lady next door had her
> shades pulled down, so I went to bed early.
>
> But I woke up with a start when I heard the sound of screeching tires
> outside my home. I looked at my alarm and saw that it was exactly 12
> midnight. I jumped out of bed and peeked through the curtains of my
> bedroom window. There was no one in sight and my car was still parked
> in the middle of my front lawn, so I went back to bed.
>
> Then, this morning, I got up and began my usual routine. I popped a
> few aspirin, drank some Alka Seltzer, took a quick shower, and then
> got undressed. After downing a cup of yogurt and a bottle of pale
> ale, I started making my rounds. I fed my pufferfish, threw another
> baby bunny into the snake cage, and filled my cat's dish with Cocoa
> Pebbles. Then I went over to my special shrine to hug and kiss my
> huge private stockpile of precious Grade A white PZ Kut carving
> material.
>
> To my horror, I realized that my entire hoard was missing! Gone!
> Vanished!
>
> Why would someone do this to me? Why did they have to take my Grade A
> white PZ Kut, of all things? There's plenty of other stuff around my
> house that is more valuable: my ex-wife's car... my ex-wife's
> wardrobe... my ex-wife's prosthetic leg. Why would they take the one
> thing that means so very much to me? Why me, Lord, why ME???
>
> It's not like anyone has any personal reason to attack me. Well, I
> suppose there's that one guy down the block who used to have the
> peekapoo... and then there was that little incident at the convent.
> But, for the most part, I've lived a life of pure innocence and have
> been an absolute model citizen. What could possibly motivate anyone
> to do something so horrid and unspeakable to someone like me?
>
> I know it must have been one of you!
>
> Who else, but a letterboxer, would be driven to come into my home and
> steal my beloved PZ Kut? You sick, obsessive, depraved scoundrels!
> You will never get away with this!
>
> Whoever you are, I will stop at nothing to find you and expose you
> for the villain that you are! I'm going to hire an investigator! I'm
> going to hunt you down like an animal! Vengeance will be mine! I will
> not sit quietly and be violated in this manner!
>
> Nobody... I repeat, NOBODY... goes letterboxing again until I find my
> PZ Kut! Just stay where you are right this second and my investigator
> will contact you shortly. Don't any of you move a muscle! You...
> you... you freakin'... freaks!
>
> -- Der Mad Stamper
>
>
>
>
>
>
> Yahoo! Groups Links
>
>
>
>
>
>
>

Hmmm...Lazy sounds like a suspect too! A jealous suspect. Maybe a crime of
passion and not of politic OR greed?

On 4/15/06, David and Deanne Besnia wrote:
>
> Oh puh-leeze! Who even cares about your precious pz-cut, besides you I
> mean.
> Am I crying? Yeah, tears of joy, now I don't have to worry about any more
> of
> your so-called carving masterpieces being inflicted on the letterboxing
> world.
> Am I worried about your "investigators" turning up anything on me? Yeah
> right, like I would even venture into that pit that you call home sweet
> home. Last I heard even the cockroaches wipe their feet before leaving.
> So cry on little crybaby, it's music to my ears (and so much easier to
> listen to than your pitiful rendition of "It's So PZ To Fall in Love).
> the lazy letterboxer
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Der Mad Stamper"
> To:
> Sent: Saturday, April 15, 2006 10:16 AM
> Subject: [LbNA] Tragedy
>
>
> > Okay, everyone... FREEZE! Stop what you're doing right this minute
> > and don't move an inch! I don't want anyone going anywhere until
> > somebody coughs up my freakin' PZ Kut!
> >
> > I suppose I should explain... last night something absolutely
> > dreadful happened!
> >
> > It started out pretty much as an ordinary night. I found a nice
> > little karaoke bar that I hadn't been to before. I went in around
> > ten, ordered a drink, and put my name on the list to sing a song.
> > About a half hour later, when they asked me to leave, I headed for
> > home. There was nothing good on TV and the lady next door had her
> > shades pulled down, so I went to bed early.
> >
> > But I woke up with a start when I heard the sound of screeching tires
> > outside my home. I looked at my alarm and saw that it was exactly 12
> > midnight. I jumped out of bed and peeked through the curtains of my
> > bedroom window. There was no one in sight and my car was still parked
> > in the middle of my front lawn, so I went back to bed.
> >
> > Then, this morning, I got up and began my usual routine. I popped a
> > few aspirin, drank some Alka Seltzer, took a quick shower, and then
> > got undressed. After downing a cup of yogurt and a bottle of pale
> > ale, I started making my rounds. I fed my pufferfish, threw another
> > baby bunny into the snake cage, and filled my cat's dish with Cocoa
> > Pebbles. Then I went over to my special shrine to hug and kiss my
> > huge private stockpile of precious Grade A white PZ Kut carving
> > material.
> >
> > To my horror, I realized that my entire hoard was missing! Gone!
> > Vanished!
> >
> > Why would someone do this to me? Why did they have to take my Grade A
> > white PZ Kut, of all things? There's plenty of other stuff around my
> > house that is more valuable: my ex-wife's car... my ex-wife's
> > wardrobe... my ex-wife's prosthetic leg. Why would they take the one
> > thing that means so very much to me? Why me, Lord, why ME???
> >
> > It's not like anyone has any personal reason to attack me. Well, I
> > suppose there's that one guy down the block who used to have the
> > peekapoo... and then there was that little incident at the convent.
> > But, for the most part, I've lived a life of pure innocence and have
> > been an absolute model citizen. What could possibly motivate anyone
> > to do something so horrid and unspeakable to someone like me?
> >
> > I know it must have been one of you!
> >
> > Who else, but a letterboxer, would be driven to come into my home and
> > steal my beloved PZ Kut? You sick, obsessive, depraved scoundrels!
> > You will never get away with this!
> >
> > Whoever you are, I will stop at nothing to find you and expose you
> > for the villain that you are! I'm going to hire an investigator! I'm
> > going to hunt you down like an animal! Vengeance will be mine! I will
> > not sit quietly and be violated in this manner!
> >
> > Nobody... I repeat, NOBODY... goes letterboxing again until I find my
> > PZ Kut! Just stay where you are right this second and my investigator
> > will contact you shortly. Don't any of you move a muscle! You...
> > you... you freakin'... freaks!
> >
> > -- Der Mad Stamper
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > Yahoo! Groups Links
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
>
>
>
>
> Yahoo! Groups Links
>
>
>
>
>
>
>


--
Barefoot Lucy
"It's not about footwear, it's about philosophy"


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Ahhh Mitch, what a hoot!! I only wish I lived near you to see what stamps come out of this. Too funny. thanks for a huge chuckle. If you ever get bored with the carving thing you could always turn to creative writing.

Der Mad Stamper wrote: Okay, everyone... FREEZE! Stop what you're doing right this minute
and don't move an inch! I don't want anyone going anywhere until
somebody coughs up my freakin' PZ Kut!

I suppose I should explain... last night something absolutely
dreadful happened!

It started out pretty much as an ordinary night. I found a nice
little karaoke bar that I hadn't been to before. I went in around
ten, ordered a drink, and put my name on the list to sing a song.
About a half hour later, when they asked me to leave, I headed for
home. There was nothing good on TV and the lady next door had her
shades pulled down, so I went to bed early.

But I woke up with a start when I heard the sound of screeching tires
outside my home. I looked at my alarm and saw that it was exactly 12
midnight. I jumped out of bed and peeked through the curtains of my
bedroom window. There was no one in sight and my car was still parked
in the middle of my front lawn, so I went back to bed.

Then, this morning, I got up and began my usual routine. I popped a
few aspirin, drank some Alka Seltzer, took a quick shower, and then
got undressed. After downing a cup of yogurt and a bottle of pale
ale, I started making my rounds. I fed my pufferfish, threw another
baby bunny into the snake cage, and filled my cat's dish with Cocoa
Pebbles. Then I went over to my special shrine to hug and kiss my
huge private stockpile of precious Grade A white PZ Kut carving
material.

To my horror, I realized that my entire hoard was missing! Gone!
Vanished!

Why would someone do this to me? Why did they have to take my Grade A
white PZ Kut, of all things? There's plenty of other stuff around my
house that is more valuable: my ex-wife's car... my ex-wife's
wardrobe... my ex-wife's prosthetic leg. Why would they take the one
thing that means so very much to me? Why me, Lord, why ME???

It's not like anyone has any personal reason to attack me. Well, I
suppose there's that one guy down the block who used to have the
peekapoo... and then there was that little incident at the convent.
But, for the most part, I've lived a life of pure innocence and have
been an absolute model citizen. What could possibly motivate anyone
to do something so horrid and unspeakable to someone like me?

I know it must have been one of you!

Who else, but a letterboxer, would be driven to come into my home and
steal my beloved PZ Kut? You sick, obsessive, depraved scoundrels!
You will never get away with this!

Whoever you are, I will stop at nothing to find you and expose you
for the villain that you are! I'm going to hire an investigator! I'm
going to hunt you down like an animal! Vengeance will be mine! I will
not sit quietly and be violated in this manner!

Nobody... I repeat, NOBODY... goes letterboxing again until I find my
PZ Kut! Just stay where you are right this second and my investigator
will contact you shortly. Don't any of you move a muscle! You...
you... you freakin'... freaks!

-- Der Mad Stamper





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Mitch, are you serious?? Did someone *really* steal your Grade A White PZ
Kut? How cruel! Your theives may have been trying to get at the white
stuff here, too, since one of the boxes that just arrived was mangled
somewhere along the way (happily, it seems that they broke into the orange
box first, though, so they got discouraged and left the white material
unmolested!)

And, just in case everyone doesn't know yet, I'm the new owner of
Stampeaz.com -- I bought it in January when Justin threatened to close it
down and make my favorite carving material unavailable. That shows you
just how far some of us are willing to go to get a PZ Kut fix -- I
understand the theives' motivation! ;-) I came to letterboxing through
carving and printmaking and have a couple of boxes ready to plant over the
next couple of weeks. I haven't done much boxing for a while, but now
that there is a lot more activity in my area, I'm getting excited about it
again.

Webfoot (aka Diana)
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On Sat, 15 Apr 2006, Der Mad Stamper wrote:

> To my horror, I realized that my entire hoard was missing! Gone!
> Vanished!
>
> Why would someone do this to me? Why did they have to take my Grade A
> white PZ Kut, of all things?

I bought a huge slab of white marshmallow today from a street vendor (wearing nothin' but a trench coat)! He called it PZ Kut, but I thought he was saying easy to cut. So I brought it home and cut a piece off to make a smore and folks, this stuff is NO GOOD! I just threw the rest in the garbage! So just some friendly advise: if a street vendor in a trenchcoat approaches you and tries to sell you some marshmallows - don't fall for it!
Puddle Splasher

Der Mad Stamper wrote: Okay, everyone... FREEZE! Stop what you're doing right this minute
and don't move an inch! I don't want anyone going anywhere until
somebody coughs up my freakin' PZ Kut!

I suppose I should explain... last night something absolutely
dreadful happened!

It started out pretty much as an ordinary night. I found a nice
little karaoke bar that I hadn't been to before. I went in around
ten, ordered a drink, and put my name on the list to sing a song.
About a half hour later, when they asked me to leave, I headed for
home. There was nothing good on TV and the lady next door had her
shades pulled down, so I went to bed early.

But I woke up with a start when I heard the sound of screeching tires
outside my home. I looked at my alarm and saw that it was exactly 12
midnight. I jumped out of bed and peeked through the curtains of my
bedroom window. There was no one in sight and my car was still parked
in the middle of my front lawn, so I went back to bed.

Then, this morning, I got up and began my usual routine. I popped a
few aspirin, drank some Alka Seltzer, took a quick shower, and then
got undressed. After downing a cup of yogurt and a bottle of pale
ale, I started making my rounds. I fed my pufferfish, threw another
baby bunny into the snake cage, and filled my cat's dish with Cocoa
Pebbles. Then I went over to my special shrine to hug and kiss my
huge private stockpile of precious Grade A white PZ Kut carving
material.

To my horror, I realized that my entire hoard was missing! Gone!
Vanished!

Why would someone do this to me? Why did they have to take my Grade A
white PZ Kut, of all things? There's plenty of other stuff around my
house that is more valuable: my ex-wife's car... my ex-wife's
wardrobe... my ex-wife's prosthetic leg. Why would they take the one
thing that means so very much to me? Why me, Lord, why ME???

It's not like anyone has any personal reason to attack me. Well, I
suppose there's that one guy down the block who used to have the
peekapoo... and then there was that little incident at the convent.
But, for the most part, I've lived a life of pure innocence and have
been an absolute model citizen. What could possibly motivate anyone
to do something so horrid and unspeakable to someone like me?

I know it must have been one of you!

Who else, but a letterboxer, would be driven to come into my home and
steal my beloved PZ Kut? You sick, obsessive, depraved scoundrels!
You will never get away with this!

Whoever you are, I will stop at nothing to find you and expose you
for the villain that you are! I'm going to hire an investigator! I'm
going to hunt you down like an animal! Vengeance will be mine! I will
not sit quietly and be violated in this manner!

Nobody... I repeat, NOBODY... goes letterboxing again until I find my
PZ Kut! Just stay where you are right this second and my investigator
will contact you shortly. Don't any of you move a muscle! You...
you... you freakin'... freaks!

-- Der Mad Stamper





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Oh darn it.

I forgot to take my sleep walking, psychotic-letterboxing medication
last night again.

Man I really hope that wasn't me.

Last time I forgot to take my meeeedddication I was found curled up
in a burlap bag under a freeway bridge with a, "This is NOT TRASH"
sticker on my butt. They said when I was pulled out of those new
GIANT ziplock bags I was all moist even though I had those desiccant
Silicon Gel packs all over my inked-up body.

Hint: Don't stick Silicon Gel packs all over your naked body with
Gorilla Glue. Some weird chemical reaction that caused me to dry up
like a week -old-left-open-in-the-sun ink pad and sprout a mess load
of extra hair.

Well, Mr. Der, I hope I haven't ruined your weekend but in defense of
myself, I am unable to find the stash of PZKut White stuff in my
plastic, hermetically sealed-except-where-that-rotten-squirrel-chewed-
a-hole, home. I did notice a new collection of Lock N Lock containers
at wicked marked down prices from Stop & Shop.

If you find your White Stuff, I can use a small 1" square to add to
my MAPS OF THE WORLD 1cm super-micro letterboxes. I seemed to have
finished Singapore and Laos last night. That type still gets me though.

Team Randalstik




On Apr 15, 2006, at 10:16 AM, Der Mad Stamper wrote:

> Okay, everyone... FREEZE! Stop what you're doing right this minute
> and don't move an inch! I don't want anyone going anywhere until
> somebody coughs up my freakin' PZ Kut!
>
> I suppose I should explain... last night something absolutely
> dreadful happened!
>
> It started out pretty much as an ordinary night. I found a nice
> little karaoke bar that I hadn't been to before. I went in around
> ten, ordered a drink, and put my name on the list to sing a song.
> About a half hour later, when they asked me to leave, I headed for
> home. There was nothing good on TV and the lady next door had her
> shades pulled down, so I went to bed early.
>
> But I woke up with a start when I heard the sound of screeching tires
> outside my home. I looked at my alarm and saw that it was exactly 12
> midnight. I jumped out of bed and peeked through the curtains of my
> bedroom window. There was no one in sight and my car was still parked
> in the middle of my front lawn, so I went back to bed.
>
> Then, this morning, I got up and began my usual routine. I popped a
> few aspirin, drank some Alka Seltzer, took a quick shower, and then
> got undressed. After downing a cup of yogurt and a bottle of pale
> ale, I started making my rounds. I fed my pufferfish, threw another
> baby bunny into the snake cage, and filled my cat's dish with Cocoa
> Pebbles. Then I went over to my special shrine to hug and kiss my
> huge private stockpile of precious Grade A white PZ Kut carving
> material.
>
> To my horror, I realized that my entire hoard was missing! Gone!
> Vanished!
>
> Why would someone do this to me? Why did they have to take my Grade A
> white PZ Kut, of all things? There's plenty of other stuff around my
> house that is more valuable: my ex-wife's car... my ex-wife's
> wardrobe... my ex-wife's prosthetic leg. Why would they take the one
> thing that means so very much to me? Why me, Lord, why ME???
>
> It's not like anyone has any personal reason to attack me. Well, I
> suppose there's that one guy down the block who used to have the
> peekapoo... and then there was that little incident at the convent.
> But, for the most part, I've lived a life of pure innocence and have
> been an absolute model citizen. What could possibly motivate anyone
> to do something so horrid and unspeakable to someone like me?
>
> I know it must have been one of you!
>
> Who else, but a letterboxer, would be driven to come into my home and
> steal my beloved PZ Kut? You sick, obsessive, depraved scoundrels!
> You will never get away with this!
>
> Whoever you are, I will stop at nothing to find you and expose you
> for the villain that you are! I'm going to hire an investigator! I'm
> going to hunt you down like an animal! Vengeance will be mine! I will
> not sit quietly and be violated in this manner!
>
> Nobody... I repeat, NOBODY... goes letterboxing again until I find my
> PZ Kut! Just stay where you are right this second and my investigator
> will contact you shortly. Don't any of you move a muscle! You...
> you... you freakin'... freaks!
>
> -- Der Mad Stamper
>
>
>
>
>
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Due to popular outcry the Government has set up a new Commission
on this topic. "PZ-Gate" It's mission is to sort fact from
fiction. There's even a rumor that a "Deep-cut" has come forward
with insider information.
...More information to follow as the Commission comes to the bottom
of this heinous crime.


--- In letterbox-usa@yahoogroups.com, "Der Mad Stamper"
wrote:
>
> Okay, everyone... FREEZE! Stop what you're doing right this minute
> and don't move an inch! I don't want anyone going anywhere until
> somebody coughs up my freakin' PZ Kut!
>
> I suppose I should explain... last night something absolutely
> dreadful happened!
>
> It started out pretty much as an ordinary night. I found a nice
> little karaoke bar that I hadn't been to before. I went in around
> ten, ordered a drink, and put my name on the list to sing a song.
> About a half hour later, when they asked me to leave, I headed for
> home. There was nothing good on TV and the lady next door had her
> shades pulled down, so I went to bed early.
>
> But I woke up with a start when I heard the sound of screeching
tires
> outside my home. I looked at my alarm and saw that it was exactly
12
> midnight. I jumped out of bed and peeked through the curtains of
my
> bedroom window. There was no one in sight and my car was still
parked
> in the middle of my front lawn, so I went back to bed.
>
> Then, this morning, I got up and began my usual routine. I popped
a
> few aspirin, drank some Alka Seltzer, took a quick shower, and
then
> got undressed. After downing a cup of yogurt and a bottle of pale
> ale, I started making my rounds. I fed my pufferfish, threw
another
> baby bunny into the snake cage, and filled my cat's dish with
Cocoa
> Pebbles. Then I went over to my special shrine to hug and kiss my
> huge private stockpile of precious Grade A white PZ Kut carving
> material.
>
> To my horror, I realized that my entire hoard was missing! Gone!
> Vanished!
>
> Why would someone do this to me? Why did they have to take my
Grade A
> white PZ Kut, of all things? There's plenty of other stuff around
my
> house that is more valuable: my ex-wife's car... my ex-wife's
> wardrobe... my ex-wife's prosthetic leg. Why would they take the
one
> thing that means so very much to me? Why me, Lord, why ME???
>
> It's not like anyone has any personal reason to attack me. Well, I
> suppose there's that one guy down the block who used to have the
> peekapoo... and then there was that little incident at the
convent.
> But, for the most part, I've lived a life of pure innocence and
have
> been an absolute model citizen. What could possibly motivate
anyone
> to do something so horrid and unspeakable to someone like me?
>
> I know it must have been one of you!
>
> Who else, but a letterboxer, would be driven to come into my home
and
> steal my beloved PZ Kut? You sick, obsessive, depraved scoundrels!
> You will never get away with this!
>
> Whoever you are, I will stop at nothing to find you and expose you
> for the villain that you are! I'm going to hire an investigator!
I'm
> going to hunt you down like an animal! Vengeance will be mine! I
will
> not sit quietly and be violated in this manner!
>
> Nobody... I repeat, NOBODY... goes letterboxing again until I find
my
> PZ Kut! Just stay where you are right this second and my
investigator
> will contact you shortly. Don't any of you move a muscle! You...
> you... you freakin'... freaks!
>
> -- Der Mad Stamper
>

Have you checked ebay lately?

~~ Mosey ~~

Perhaps Patrick and Amy can let you borrow their detectives to
investigate this heart wrenching crime!

-Steve in CT

--- In letterbox-usa@yahoogroups.com, "ampmandtm"
wrote:
>
> Due to popular outcry the Government has set up a new Commission
> on this topic. "PZ-Gate" It's mission is to sort fact from
> fiction. There's even a rumor that a "Deep-cut" has come forward
> with insider information.
> ...More information to follow as the Commission comes to the bottom
> of this heinous crime.

Okay, I'm getting scared now. Today I received a ransom note.
It says:

"i have your pz kut
if you ever want to see your
pz kut again in one piece
you will do as i say
i have a shredder and i
know how to use it
share what you have
you are not the only carver
in north america

further instructions
to follow"

What should I do?? Do I tell the police? Oh my God, if anything
terrible were to happen to my precious PZ Kut... I don't know what
I'd do!! I'm so frightened!

-- Der Mad Stamper

What? You worried?? This is your chance to be a new man......
the lazy letterboxer
----- Original Message -----
From: "Der Mad Stamper"
To:
Sent: Sunday, April 16, 2006 2:47 PM
Subject: [LbNA] Re: Tragedy


> Okay, I'm getting scared now. Today I received a ransom note.
> It says:
>
> "i have your pz kut
> if you ever want to see your
> pz kut again in one piece
> you will do as i say
> i have a shredder and i
> know how to use it
> share what you have
> you are not the only carver
> in north america
>
> further instructions
> to follow"
>
> What should I do?? Do I tell the police? Oh my God, if anything
> terrible were to happen to my precious PZ Kut... I don't know what
> I'd do!! I'm so frightened!
>
> -- Der Mad Stamper
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> Yahoo! Groups Links
>
>
>
>
>
>
>

I begin to think that it cannot be a carver of any kind who has stolen the
precious PZ Kut. No carver would threaten to *shred* the material! Carve
it into a pile of stamps and liberally sprinkle them through the
countryside, perhaps, but shred?? Never! Therefore, you may
need to cast your dragnet beyond this group....

Webfoot


On Sun, 16 Apr 2006, Der Mad Stamper wrote:

> Okay, I'm getting scared now. Today I received a ransom note.
> It says:
>
> "i have your pz kut
> if you ever want to see your
> pz kut again in one piece
> you will do as i say
> i have a shredder and i
> know how to use it
> share what you have
> you are not the only carver
> in north america
>
> further instructions
> to follow"
>
> What should I do?? Do I tell the police? Oh my God, if anything
> terrible were to happen to my precious PZ Kut... I don't know what
> I'd do!! I'm so frightened!
>
> -- Der Mad Stamper
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> Yahoo! Groups Links
>
>
>
>
>
>
>

Don't to too quick to rule out someone that swears by the
"Pink Stuff." Hmm, doesn't Don use the pink stuff??

Choi

On Mon, 17 Apr 2006 15:51:12 -0500 (CDT)
diana@oseda.missouri.edu wrote:
>
> I begin to think that it cannot be a carver of any kind
>who has stolen the
> precious PZ Kut. No carver would threaten to *shred*
>the material! Carve
> it into a pile of stamps and liberally sprinkle them
>through the
> countryside, perhaps, but shred?? Never! Therefore,
>you may
> need to cast your dragnet beyond this group....
>
> Webfoot

Have you ever seen a DMS stamp? Shredding PZ KUT is what he normally
does. Worst carver on the west coast. ;)



--- In letterbox-usa@yahoogroups.com, diana@... wrote:
>
>
> I begin to think that it cannot be a carver of any kind who has
stolen the
> precious PZ Kut. No carver would threaten to *shred* the
material! Carve
> it into a pile of stamps and liberally sprinkle them through the
> countryside, perhaps, but shred?? Never! Therefore, you may
> need to cast your dragnet beyond this group....
>
> Webfoot
>
>
> On Sun, 16 Apr 2006, Der Mad Stamper wrote:
>
> > Okay, I'm getting scared now. Today I received a ransom note.
> > It says:
> >
> > "i have your pz kut
> > if you ever want to see your
> > pz kut again in one piece
> > you will do as i say
> > i have a shredder and i
> > know how to use it
> > share what you have
> > you are not the only carver
> > in north america
> >
> > further instructions
> > to follow"
> >
> > What should I do?? Do I tell the police? Oh my God, if anything
> > terrible were to happen to my precious PZ Kut... I don't know
what
> > I'd do!! I'm so frightened!
> >
> > -- Der Mad Stamper
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > Yahoo! Groups Links
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
>

Hmmm...I thought he swore by PZ Kut myself...was thinking he really COULD be
a good suspect!


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--- In letterbox-usa@yahoogroups.com, "Pungent Bob"
wrote:
>
> Have you ever seen a DMS stamp? Shredding PZ KUT is what he normally
> does. Worst carver on the west coast. ;)
>

I take it, then, that you don't approve of my method of using my
electric blender to carve stamps and make margaritas at the same time?
And here I thought it was such a clever way to save time! :o(

-- DMS

Great idea for a tattoo!

Last time I forgot to take my meeeedddication I was found curled up
> in a burlap bag under a freeway bridge with a, "This is NOT TRASH"
> sticker on my butt.

Hysterical stuff ya'll!

preboxed
Denver