Dear Skunky -- IX
Expecting good things based on that last reply, Richardson sends this:
okay and kindly get back to me with the money transfer control number and the sender's mane once you send it. please send urgently. also know this is confidental, please see to it.
Confidental, eh? Well, ol' JC knows how to make it so...code it:
Bitte, Herr Dickson,
Zender's Namen: Howardt, J. C.
MTCN Numen: Eich...Drich...Inferren...Och...Zeben...Och...Och...Zero...Furth...Fieven
Das Question: Alles
Das Antwort: Hundsfott
Awpeterstain, Meinen Herr.
Thus ends his precious script, as Richardson has his own version of WTF:
Howard i got your email but did not understand the way you put it, i will urge you to get back with MTCN NUMBER in roman figure so that i will get it across for immediate acting on it as it is an urgent needs.
Roman figures? Ask and receive:
What? You want it in Roman figures?
Okay: I II III VIII VII VIII VIII O IV V
I was trying to code it -- refer to your f***ing insistence on confidental -- but I guess you don't read Deutchenspreche or Deutchencounte. So, here 'tis in Roman figures. Let me know when we are ready to proceed.
Now he's getting pissed, but I only gave him what he asked for:
HOWARD, USE NUMBERS. USE 1 THROUGH 9 NUMBERS. SEND URGENT NOW!
My turn to fan his pissed:
Now listen, Richard the pin-headed: you asked for roman f***ing figures, and I gave it to you in roman f***ing figures. You don't want roman f***ing figures, you wont' get roman f***ing figures. I'll hold up fingers if that will f***ing help. Listen, idiot, I am doing the best I f***ing can, and you're forever changing the f***ing rules. Get your sh** wired and make up your f***ing mind about what f***ing numbers you f***ing want!
As usual, when they piss off their intended victim, they back off:
Howard, please is calm down. I mean no ofense. i just not can read the numbers you present. I would you please to use regular numbers as in English. Soonest.
I chill out...but don't change the numbers:
Feller, okay, you're forgiven. Now just tell your f***ing mench to get over to Western Union and inquire about the wire transfer from J. C. Howard, sender. Tell him to take with him a picture of a big chicken. When he gets there, tell him to place the picture in front of the clerk; when the clerk sees it, they'll ask "what's this?" Your contact will answer "a 2008 Henway". When the clerk asks "what's a 2008 Henway?", your man says "the equivalent of 2500 pounds, in dollars". And he'll get the money.
A day goes by, and I'm laughing my ass off as I learn Richardson is rather nonplused:
Howard, what is this? Bakare try as you ask and clerk make jest of him. He almost arested. What are you doing? you must send money now, urgent to process with no more delay!
Who, me jest? Nyuk nyuk nyuk:
Are you kidding me? That didn't work? It ALWAYS F***ING WORKED in the Lagos Western Union before! Damn...my favorite clerk there musta quit or got eaten by army ants or something. Lemme figure this out and get back to you.
Now Richardson is stewing:
HOWARD ALL IS NEEDED IS MTCN AND A STOP TO THIS DEALY! REALLY YOU MUST URGENT REPOND SOONEST!
I decide to really tweak out this ultra-numbnuts:
Richard-san: you are one of the f***ing stupidest mugus I've ever had the pleasure of baiting in Scamland. But here's the part that's really gonna get you, bubi: I am DEAD! I am Jerome "Curly" Howard, of the Three Stooges. I died in 1952. FIFTY-SIX YEARS AGO! The address you have for me IS WHERE MY CORPSE IS BURIED!
Now, perhaps you're asking yourself, "WTF?". Well, let me tell you about WTF: you have managed to contact me through technological break throughs of a science called ITC: Instrumental TransCommunication. It allows us on the Astral Plane -- the Third Astral Plane, to be exactamundo -- to communicate with you, back on the physical plane. By random chance, atmospheric bounce, sun spots and a weakness in your cerebral cortex, probably related to too much time with your cranium keeping your colon company (see what I just did there?), your initial scam email found it's way to me. A dead guy. A dead guy who used to be a comedian...nyuk nyuk nyuk. And you soived me up such easy pitches over the plate to hit outta the dimension, I just hadda. As for the language, I never did talk like that, but Ty Cobb does, and he told me I'd be one sorry f***ing candy ass, if I didn't put some colorful metaphorics into my replies to you. He'd a spiked you hisself, if he'd had the chance.
Now, the reason you didn't get a good MTCN number is on accounta cuz your Lagos Western Union's receivers ain't calibrated properly, for receiving cash from the Third Astral Plane. Anyway, since we don't use cash on the Third Astral Plane, we make up our own for people like you. It would have been paper, colorful and very artistically appealing, but it would have been worth snake-spit.
Here, we use it for toilet paper. Don't know what that is? You should really try it in place of tree bark. Really.
Anyway, Richard-san, you'll be very happy to know that soon your name and email address will be on the physical world wide net, being accessible to any physical form with internet access, so one and all can see how STUPID you've been.
Enjoy the notoriety, bubi!
J. C. Howard
Now, this guy was stupid, I'll grant you. Most stupid scammers, when receiving a reply like that, just let it go, knowing they've been had, and there's nothing more for them here. But to put an exclamation point to his stupidity, Richardson responds with this:
Howard, i read what you say and understand content well. i think maybe we could partner, yes? what you say?
I JUST GOT OFFERED A PARTNERSHIP WITH ONE OF THE STUPIDEST SCAMMERS, QUITE POSSIBLY, OF THE NEW MILLENNIUM???? ROFLMFAO!!!!!
I decide to see how he answers this:
Are you f***ing kidding me? You and me as partners? A dead comedian and a live, intellect-of-a-tree stump? No, that's not fair to tree stumps. You're much stupider than that. Though, you might have an edge on a tree stump, since you can access the internet. That puts you on par with AlGore, but the tree stump's still ahead. So tell me, James Richardson, just what is it that you can offer me in such a partnership? Hmmmm? Give me one thing you have to offer me in such a deal, and I'll give it the consideration it desoives.
Alas, he doesn't. Answer, or have anything to offer. Other than this blog entry, which -- if I am so inclined to at the end of the year -- will be a candidate for STUPID SCAMMER OF THE YEAR AWARD.
Right now, I think this moron wins, hands down.
5 Comments:
Hiya, How ard You doing? :-D
Hope You have a nice weekend!
ROTFLMAO!!!!
If you need additional confirming votes, you got mine, hands down.
snerx.
What dolt.
I swear, this is even funnier than the Russian brides. What'll they think of next?:-)
Whew! I sure am glad I took a run to the head to relieve myself before I started reading this!
This is in a word - hilarious!
When will they ever learn?
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