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Marc2b -> RE: Older and Wiser Now (4/25/2012 7:13:28 AM)
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Spam, I've noticed tends to come in cycles. I'll go months without any and then suddenly get deluged with ads for hair loss, weight loss and viagara (someone out there is telling lies about me!). I've gotten my share of Nigerian scam mail too although that has dropped of in recent years. A few years ago I got my favorite Nigerian scam mail, purportedly from a young man and young woman. Like most of its kind it was a pitch to send them money so they could release funds that have been seized and and then they'll share it with me blah, blah,blah. Most of these come with some sort of sob story but this particular one - which went on for five pages - was down right Shakespearean. It was a tale of a young man and woman who knew each other only causally, a coup and a midnight kidnapping, torture and attempted rape thwarted by spectacular fight as a heroic young man valiantly fought off seven hooligans. There was a daring prison break and a midnight run through hostile territory that was a back drop for a budding romance under the stars that finally ended with treacherous swim across a raging river into free territory. Usually I just delete spam but in this case I wrote them back and told them they were wasting there potential trying to scam people when a promising career as script writers in Hollywood awaited them. I never heard from them again but I keep my eyes open for that plot line showing up at the movie theaters. My other favorite spam was another Nigerian scammer, this time on my C-mail. This person had a very poor grasp of English and the work they put into getting around it was admirable. This beautiful, Scandinavian looking woman (who was "fine" meters tall but weighed only 25 pounds) wanted to be "yoos evythink salve." In case I had any doubts "she" was a woman "she" assured me that "I got no pennies beneath my legs," and had "no qualings in stuffing the workings of the house." To cinch the deal "she" assured me that "I gets the head best long days." No tanks, I piss... butt tanks for laughings.
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