Another Google Translate FAIL
I love it more when I reply in a slaughtered version of their lingo, and they don't bother to notice.
Take for example this missive from Anne Marie Perier (which she also spells with two 'r's), sent to me in French:
Bonjour,
Je vous contact concernant un projet humanitaire que je tiens à réaliser dans votre pays car je vais mettre à votre disposition tout les moyens financiers nécessaires pour sa réalisation. Ce projet consiste à venir en aide aux personnes vulnérables telles que: les enfants de la rue, les orphelins,les démunies sans-abris etc... Si vous estimez que vous pouvez donner à ces pauvres personnes vulnérables un espoir et joie de vivre à travers ce projet, alors faites moi savoir votre avis afin que nous puissions échanger d'avantage. Je suis hospitalisée en Amérique où une maladie me confine. La providence divine m’oriente vers vous.
Merci de me joindre à mon adresse e-mail privée pour
plus ample explication:
Anne Marie PERIER
E-mail: annemarieperrier@hotmail.fr
Using the good ol' Gooble Transloot, it came out like h'yar:
Hello,
I am contacting you about a humanitarian project that I want to carry out in your country because I will put at your disposal all the financial means necessary for its realization. This project involves helping vulnerable people such as: street children, orphans, homeless people, etc. If you feel that you can give these poor vulnerable people a hope and a joy to live Through this project, then let me know your opinion so that we can exchange more. I am hospitalized in America where a disease confines me. Divine Providence directs me to you.
Thank you for joining my private e-mail address for
More explanation:
Anne Marie PERIER
E-mail: annemarieperrier@hotmail.fr
I didn't need the transloot feature to reply; I just used that good ol' 'Merican know how and replied thus:
Bonchance monamee...pastry resistant save ze bone le messy bird coup ala le foch oop monsieur.
That must have suggested to the scammer that her intended victim was, in fact, an American, because she replied in translated English:
Thank you for bringing considerable attention to my humble self and my alarm, as I announced in my previous email I like to make a donation in someone with noble and sincere and very honest. I think that I am not wrong direction by sending you this message because my intuition lead me to you. I am filled with joy and gladness because you can not understand how many times I have joy in your heart to believe that at least someone thought about me and understood my words. The name of the Lord be praised because he never forgets his children crying up to him.
"She" then went on to explain the story of her life, which was the dead husband/family in a plane crash (which was "produced in New York") and how she contacted cancer, and her doctor urged her to find someone to leave everything to, the bulk of which was to go to charity.
Yada...yada...yada.
That brought us to Edit Time as I did some creative adjusting of her life story:
My late plant fornicator was taking the sodomized daffodils to appear on some poorly rated show on CNN while I was away in Benin because I was a former consultant of my country France to Uganda, which isn't near Benin, but kinda is depending on how you fail geography like I did. I was shocked by this tragedy happened, because buried in the dirt of the daffodils were all of my documents proving that I was Elvis in my previous life. But I can do nothing against the goat head baphomet my local witch doctor wields like a bent Oscar because I believe and I have faith that he is a douche canoe.
This tragedy probed me to another side of life (bent over like an elevator, waiting for my shaft) because I not only lost the only man I've ever seen sodomize daffodils, but I lost the only man who ever proved it could be done.
Since then I continue to live in this perdition in which joy, happiness and love are three migrant rapists from Syria, from whom I contracted a disease after several hospital interventions in Benin without good result I had been evacuated to Paris, Texas, to follow the medical care in the hope of more speedy Mexican take out delivery. I traveled to Paris, Texas, thinking it was in the UK where my doctor diagnosed me a burrito supreme that is already in its final phase. After a long discussion with my Doctor on my property, he advised me to try the bacon tostada next time; it causes less gas.
After having sex with the doctor on that hospital bed, I always begged him not to see me as a daffodil to be sodomized; fortunately, he don't know how to do that so I am just regularly poked now.
I do not have enough time because I do not know when and what time my soul will be turned off, but the TV signs off at 1am here...Texas is peculiar.
I leave you the number of my doctor in case you need to have information about how he rates me as a lay: +447035978955
Labels: Anne Marie Perier scam, dying inheritance scam, Google Translate, Notary Ibrahima Bah scam, playing AND editing emails for fun and scammer annoyance
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