Which is convenient because, you see, I happen to have received a very interesting message. Just when I though I'd seen them all, along comes this gem, which I'm going to reproduce here in full. You may roll on the floor and laugh your f***ing ass off, if you so desire. I kid you not... let the fun begin:
My name is Master David Ofori, the son of Chief Ofori iron and mining export, my father married three wives and we have so many disputes in our family that he shared his access accordingly. As the son of the first wife they wanted to kill me so I and my sister Linda Ofori ran into the refugee camp. But before we finally ran out of our village we came across our father's storage secrete room and have now in my possession 150 KGS of Gold which I have tried to move out from our village and lodge in a security house now and we need a financier to help us ship it out for our benefit.
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All I need now is a Foreign Trustee and For your information, I have a proper contact with the Bank of Africa here who is only permitted to transfer any huge amount of funds and if you are having any business transaction or investment here in Africa which means I will be willing to have the funds invested into it so you can manage it for me and my sister while we further our education. I also have contact in the Bank of my father where we can open a Foreign Account Free of Charge for the transfer and we will not spend much. I really want us to get to know each other for future business investment.
Please contact me back urgently on this email: firstname.lastname@example.org.
David and Linda
I think 'my friends' Dav 'n' Linda would have got an 'F' in a 9-year-olds' English composition class, don't you? The incongruities are eye-watering, aren't they (grab that gold, baby). I'd dearly love someone to write back to them with a 'serious' proposition but, sadly, it ain't gonna be me. You know what to do...
And why not...