[
Lists Home |
Date Index |
Thread Index
]
I know. Fix what you can. Or maybe we'll just
turn it over to the folks who sent me the letter
copied below.
len
From: Jim Ancona [mailto:jim@anconafamily.com]
Again, being able to "prove what you say is yours is" won't help if the
other guy got his patent first. He will have a monopoly for the next 20
years.
*************************************************
Mrs. Clueless L. Bullarkana
104 Peachtree Street,
Atlanta, Georgia 10102
Howdy,
With warm heart I offer my friendship and hosannas, and I hope this mail
meets you well on your way to a fine buzz.
However strange or surprising this contact might seem to you as we have
not met socially or had any dealings at church, I humbly beseech that you
chew on its importance and the immense benefit it will be to you and me.
After careful consideration with my creditors, we resolved to contact you
for your most needed assistance in this manner. I duly apologize for waking
you up on Saturday morning, as I make this proposal to you as a person of
good
raising.
I got your contacts through Goobler and out of consternation decided to
recruit you.
First, I wish to introduce myself properly to you. My name is Mrs. Clueless
L.
Bullarkana, holder of two mortgages and supporting the pool boy, the Charles
Chips man, and a podiatrist. My husband's name is Mr. Tinker Bullarkana. He
was
at the races at Talladega when the Viagra Team Ford struck him and others in
the infield
on the 22th of June 2004. Shortly after my husband passed on to the Great
Pitstop in the Hereafter, a private eye in Birmingham contacted me as
common-law
wife to come forth with his birth certificate and claim a beer cooler
the worthless s.o.b. left at the Talladega Concession Stand.
I went through his wallet and to my deeelight, I discovered
fourteen lines of code and other documents relating to his
invention of a search box with code for finding secret stashes
of Pabst Blue Ribbon hidden around our farm in Eastaboga.
Of course, I threw the code away as PBR is a beer only
wussies from Seattle would drink.
The wallet, which is in his swimming trunks containing the sum of $17.41
which was generated from cash payments from his business associates in
butterbeans from Opelika. Though I knew my late husband was in the
butterbean
business, I did not have the knowledge that he moved funds in cash. This
comes as a shock to me and my stepchildren, and we have decided to have this
fund invested immediately in commercial and residential properties in
South Tennessee as well as profitable ventures, as any member of my family
cannot hold such a huge amount in our name, hence we sincerely propose to
you
to render us your most needed assistance in this regard.
If you agree to render us your assistance, your role in this project will
be to act on my behalf as a trustee to receive the butter bean
funds from my cousin Ezekiel. However, I believe this transaction should
be based on mutual benefit and interest so iffen the money ain't enough,
I can be beholden to certain other rewards as might pique your interests.
For your reliable assistance, we are offering you 20% of the funds or
next year's crop. I thank you in advance as we anticipate your assistance
in enabling us to achieve this goal. On hearing from you, I will forward
your
email address to cousin Zeke for immediate commencement of the transaction.
Whether or not you are interested in assisting us please let us know. This
will enable us to find other suckers, in the event of non-interest on your
part.
Y'all come,
Mrs.Clueless L. Bullarkana.
|
