Some foreign gentleman, evidently still in mourning, from Yeman, Chad or some damn place, is going to email me a cool million bucks with no strings attached to them.
Seems his father was Major Domo, alcalde or something over their whole country ("a head of state" is how his son in mourning put it). The father was bludgeoned to death, burned at the stake or otherwise dispatched from among the living and now, it seems, half his native country is just up in arms over the whole thing, as if this slimy politician hadn't just done the whole world, let alone his middling-sized country, a huge favor by dying, whether he was decapitated or got it in the neck in some other fashion.
Anyhow, all I had to do to get my hands on this cool million[US] that this guy's father had somehow gotten his hands on, in a completely honest way, I'm sure, was to send the son my Social Security number. That's all! Can you even believe it? I'm expecting the cash via trusty Paypal as I type this blog relating the story of my great luck to you. Life is SO SWEET! It couldn't get any sweeter than this. Then again. . . .
I was telling this certain young lady (see photo above) my story of good fortune, and it was as if she instantly wanted to be my girlfriend, my honey, my all; she's probably just a little gold-digger, but she's young enough to be my daughter and insists on calling me "Daddy," so it's quite all right with me.
You should never be too quick to delete the emails you get, the ones you just pass off as so much "spam"; you never know when some email will change your life just like it did mine. Hurry up, Paypal!
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