Spam Ruels*!

I had a good giggle at this spam email, which was thankfully flagged as such by my Gmail! I thought I’d post some of it for you to point and laugh at.

I already started giggling when I saw the subject!

MASSAGE FROM MR.H**** M******

Good Day To You,

I am Mr.H**** M****** , Chief Operating Officer with my Bank, This letter must come to you as a big surprise, but only a day people meet and become friends and business partners.

An Iraqi Foreign Oil consultant/contractor Mr.Thomas Stone made a fixed deposit with our bank in 2003, valued at US$16.500,000.00.million.
He was among the dead victims of island of Java magnitude 6.2 earthquake, Indonesia, just outside the city of Bantul. on May 27, 2006.

Mr.Thomas stone did not mention any Next of Kin/Heir when the account was opened, and am his account officer, right now our bank did not know about Mr.Thomas Stone death, and if they happen to know my Bank Directors will take the funds for their personal use. I am now seeking your co-operation to present you as Next of Kin to the account and my bank headquarters will release the money to you under a legitimate arrangement. so I am suggesting we share the fund, 35% for you while 65% of the fund will remain for me after successful transfer of the fund to your position until I join you there, why i want to do this deal is because in 4 months time i will resign from the Bank and start up my own company.

If you are interested to work with me , kindly send to me the following details;(1) Your direct mobile/fax number.

(2) Your full name and country resident address.
(3) Your private E-mail box.
(4) Your Age
(5) Your Occupation

As soon as i receive your response with following information, i will then send you form to fill and send to the Bank legal department for the release of the money to your nominated account without wasting any time. if you are interested please reply to this email ***********2@gmail dot com
I will be waiting for your response.

Regards

H**** M******

So not only does his spelling, capitalisation, grammar and punctuation suck, he’s screwing me over by taking the larger share of the cash!!

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I really pity the people who still fall for these emails!

*the spelling mistake is deliverate since spam is littered with such errors

Time Is Fleeting. Madness Takes Its Toll.

Totally!

The last few weeks have absolutely flown by!

This weekend past was blissfully chilled. On Friday evening we went to see some friends we haven’t seen in a long time and before we knew it it was midnight! I love evenings that are passed in such pleasant company that you don’t notice time passing at all. It was a fabulous start to the weekend. On Saturday my Glugster had to work on the koi pond pump- again after we delivered a cupcake order… that pump is driving me bananas! Its clearly the wrong kind because it functions fine for 48 hours or so and then gets clogged again, but we can’t spend several hundred bucks on a new one right now… And then on Sunday he put a shelf up in my kitchen for all my cupcake bric-a-brac! I now have more counter space and my kitchen still looks pretty! I also finished a book that I started reading just¬†last weekend! For me to read a book so fast hasn’t happened in YEARS! If you’re wondering, it was Elephant Whisperer by¬†Lawrence Anthony¬†and¬†Graham Spence. It was in a goodie bag I received at the end of the Ford Ranger launch a while ago and I thoroughly enjoyed it! It made me laugh and it gave me such a lump in my throat (few things actually make me cry, but I suggest you keep some tissues handy if you plan to read this one).

The weekend before last was also a relaxed one, and the Saturday was spent with some very dear friends in celebration of their little boy’s 4th birthday! There were a lot of people we knew at the party, and it was another day where time passed all too quickly. Before we knew it we had to fetch the knucklehead, who had spent the day working on one of those bungee things at a shopping mall. He was exhausted (and a little hung over) but had managed to collect several telephone numbers from babes at the mall!

Its been a bit of ¬†quiet month for my baking, which always worries me, especially since my Glugster and I are still playing catch-up after he was unemployed for a few months earlier this year. My beloved Audi has been sold as it was a rather exorbitant expense on our already strained finances. We have yet to replace it with something small and cheap, so I am becoming accustomed to not having my own wheels at the moment, and I am actually walking to the shops should I need to get something urgently – and we all know how much I LOVE walking…

We’ve had news on our SA Guide-Dog puppy raising endeavour too, you can read about it here in future!

And Christmas is around the corner! Its going to be one rich in time spent with loved ones, but poor in extravagance… I know that’s how its supposed to be, but I do love presents and good food…

Anyhoodle.

Thats all I can think of in terms of an update right now… Ooh, I still need to tell you about our trip to Nelspruit and the Kruger a few weeks ago!

There’s A Hole In The Back Lawn Dear Glugster…

Get your minds out of the gutter, bunnies- I’m serious!

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On Sunday morning my Glugster stepped off the steps at the kitchen door to go and check on his koi pond Рand his right leg went straight through the lawn!! He nearly had a heart attack when the ground opened up underneath him, but thankfully he suffered only a bit of a scraped knee.

As you can see from the ruler I used the hole is about half a metre deep and a thirty-odd centimetres long! Its much bigger under the grass, but I am too much of a chicken to put my arm in and try to work out how far it goes… Yes really. I cannot stick my arm into the hole.

I have asked my sister C’s other half, who is a builder, to come and check out the hole and tell me if I need a plumber or if we can just fill the hole… I can’t see or hear any water so I am hoping there’s no leaks that need repair or some such…

An Inbox Funny!

A nun, badly needing to use to the restroom, walked into a local Hooters. The place was hopping with music and loud conversation and every once in a while the lights would go out. Each time the lights went out, the place would erupt into cheers.

However, when the revelers saw the nun, the room went dead silent.

She walked up to the bartender, and asked, “May I please use the restroom?”

The bartender replied, “OK, but I should warn you that there is a statue of a naked man in there wearing only a fig leaf.”

“Well, in that case, I’ll just look the other way.” replied the nun.

So the bartender showed the nun to the back of the restaurant.

 

After a few minutes, she came back out, and the whole place stopped just long enough to give the nun a loud round of applause.

She went to the bartender and said, “Sir, I don’t understand. Why did they applaud for me just because I went to the restroom?”

“Well, now they know you’re one of us,” said the bartender, “would you like a drink?”

 

“No thank you. But I still don’t understand.” said the puzzled nun.

“You see,” laughed the bartender, “every time someone lifts the fig leaf on that statue, the lights go out.¬†Now, how about that drink?”