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No.
They have a shit ton.
You pay Ahkmed.
Ahkmed then rides a camel 40 miles to a population center.
He picks up the money and rides back home.
He gets on the telegraph and wires Meldovich.
Meldovich, is in a wheelchair. Has been since the collapse of the USSR (damn grenade).
Meldolvich, gets the money recieved confirmation from Ahkmed, and scurries home.
Meldovich, forgot to ask what the fking order was so he wheels back to town.
He telegraphs Ahkmed, who is back at home.
Two days after that a messenger boy arrives on foot, "Ahkmed, you have a re:re:telegraph waiting at the depot."
"You best not have read it you little infidel!"
Ahkmed is balls to the wall on his camel only stopping to sleep once.
Ahkmed arrives, boops out... "Fuck you want, Meldovich?"
Meldovich says, "I need the order you dumb cunt!"
"Oh shiiiiit! Lmao! Sorry! My bad man!... Uh... Three vials of test E, 2 boldenone, 100 tabs of arimidex.... No... Not arimidex, it was anavar! No... Ah fuck it! The cialis and dbol look just alike just toss in 50 of each. Give them some clen for the added wait too!"
Meldovich is tired as fuck.
He is bitching as he leaves about having to sit two days waiting on Ahkmed. "Mfer I live at the depot because of this twat!"
Meldovich sends a carrier pigeon to his cousin in moldova about 80 miles away with the order.
Pigeon stops to lay eggs and hatch them.
Finally the pigeon arrives at Meldovich's cousins.
His name is Surgey.
Sergey, reads the order on the midget scroll on the pigeons leg. Last part is illegible because of 4 weeks of bird shit.
"Three test, two bold, 100... .... ... Fuckin burd... Fuck it they are getting clen.
He mails out the orals because he is in charge of them. They will arrive in about 10 days.
The oils he has to go through another channel.
He yells out his back door "3TE 2BU!"
This starts a chain of Ruskis yelling to each other.
Word arrives at base camp 20 miles away to the man with the oil! This guy is the man.
Mfer has balkan oil!
He hears the order, "free tea at youtube!"
But this guy is the man... He knows what their fucked up gossip chain actually means! "3 test C and 2 boldenone undecanoate." He says to himself.
So he puts the vials in a shitty ass third world looking, manilla envelope and puts it in a glass container.
He takes it to the sea and sends it out fliating.
The rip tide that has been there since 1977 takes it down and spits it out near a coastal post office after two months.
One week later you have already ate all your clen and your oils arrive!
Woooohooohooohooo! Heeheeeheheheeeeehehehe!
"What the fuck... I wanted test E..."