DEAR MR. KRUPA (URGENT)
Today I realized that some day, after I’m estranged or long-lost, have made my fortune in West African diamonds, and have millions of dollars stuffed away surreptitiously in a Nigerian bank account, if it so happens that I die in a gruesome car accident and my accountant (an honest man) is desperately casting around for some relation to send my millions to, and the only relation he can find is my nephew Hamish via the internet, and the only e-mail address available with which to contact Hamish is ungabe34564@yahoo.co.nr, and the only keyboard available to my accountant is STUCK ON CAPS LOCK SO IT LOOKS LIKE HE’S YELLING…
Well, poor Hamish, after a furious bout of “spam” deletion, will probably erase his chance at riches. Click. Poof. Gone. The vagaries of fate.
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