On Jan 18, 2004, at 2:12 AM, gomark walus wrote:
I hope this letter will not come to you as a suprise hence it is coming
from sombody you have not met before,nevetheless I belive that
it is only time and sincerity that determins every human relations.
I am Dominic Chuma the only son of late Mr and Mrs Pascal
Chuma. My father was a very wealthy cocoa merchant in Abidjan,
the economic capital of Ivory Coast
When my mother died on the 21st October 1984, my father took me and my junior sister special because we are motherless. Before the death of my father on 30th June 2001 in a private hospital here in Abidjan. He secretly called me on his bedside and told me that he has a sum of $ 12.500.000 (Twelve Million, five hundred thousand dollars) left in a consignment deposited with a security company here in Abidjan, but he said that it is because of his business associates that he instructed the director of the security company to transfer the consignment from there company here to their correspondence company in Amsterdam Holland, that he used my name as his first son for the next of kin in deposit of the fund. He also explained to me that it was because of this wealth and some huge amount of money his business associates supposed to balance him from the deal they had that he was poisoned by his business associates, that I should seek for a God fearing foreign partner in a country of my choice where I will transfer this money and use it for investment purpose, (such as real estate management).
Sir, we are honourably seeking your assistance in the following ways.
Moreover Sir, we are willing to offer you 10% of the sum as compensation for effort input after the successful transfer of this fund to your designate account overseas.
Anticipating to hear from you soonest.
By the grace of God this is a blessing amongst each our own that we might be betrothed with such a good fortune as to hear from you so readily at this point in time and measure. You will be in my prayers, and in any other way which I might help.
Godpeed you mightly,
My dear Rock,
I need the photocopy of the first and second pages of your international
passport or driving liscence, tell and fax number. I will use it for
signatory authentification in getting power of attorney here
in the high court in your name which will authorize you to claim the
consignment in Amsterdan.
Dear Domp Gowark Walrus,
Godly praise the almighty servant of our Lord on High.
On Jan 21, 2004, at 2:12 AM, gomark walus wrote:
May God's name be praised.
Blessed be in Christ's name almighty,
My dear Erock,
On Jan 28, 2004, at 1:19 AM, gomark walus wrote:
My brother in Christ,
May our Lord's name be raised.
You must being making some jest. My email say "erock", but it is short for my full name Reverand Ernesto Rock. I have sent to you the documents tomorrow today to the PO box that you have listed. Godspeed those documents that you may fulfill your calling on God's great earth and restore peace.
God Bless and good night,
My dear Rev.Ernesto Rock,
Date: Sat, 03 May 2003 00:16:57 -0000
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ACTUAL RANDOM EMAIL:
Hey what's up?? I'm a serious player and I was hoping you still had some room in your league.I'll take whatever team you got left preferably the jets, cardinals, chargers, or bengals. In that order you know what I mean. Please email me either way to let me know if I'm in or out. My screen name is Booberlino, I'm in the central region. My real name is Brian Thomas. Squeeze me in man it's cold on the outside playin' all those quitters!! Until I hear from you love, peace, and hair grease!!!!
Hey thanks for letting me join man. You got me a little confused with the names of the teams and the jersey size deal. But anyway man , email me of what I'm supposed to do about getting started or whatever. I'll be checking my email throughout the day . Until game time love, peace, and hair grease!!!
I was the JYRK at a party and dance last weekend. I was wearing my suit which puts me right into jyrk mode. At the party I sat right down at the hoursdvour table and polished off a platter of pigs in a blankets. Then I snuck into the dance without paying the $20 ticket price and did jumping jacks to the beat of the R&B jams. (a security guard asked me 3 times to 'calm down')..Then I harassed the DJ until he played a Method Man song for me- at which point I got on stage and pointed my gun shaped hand into the air and yelled out gun shot noises. bock! bock! bock!. Then I was running across the dance floor and doing Milli Vanilli- style chest slams into the marble pillars. And then some girl from my African Art class asked me to dance. go figure. I guess the ladies are into JYRKS. hasta.
So these friends of Snowee's asked if his band wanted to play their party at this little condo type apartment, but I don't think they'd ever heard The Unsounds before, so we set up and no less than two minutes into the set they ask us to stop because the neighbors are complaining. I'm like "screw em", but the rest of the band pusses out. Since I'm already wearing a flourescent orange jumpsuit I decide to make the party at least a little fun and start to tease everyone at the party. These two girls are flirting with me and eating some homemade ice cream so I stick some pickled asparagus in their ice cream and that cools their jets. After about a half hour of this everyone realizes that I'm the JYRK here. Ben's macking on this girl and they're all engrossed in conversation. I'm like, "Ian watch this." and go sit all close to Ben and put arm around him and just smile and the girl stops talking to him, then I get up and leave and the girl starts talking to him again, so I repeat the process about 5 times until the girl gest dizzy. When we got back to the house the neighbor's daughter was there and her mom was stuck om the roof. I guess she was trying to break into her ex's house and got stuck above the garage because she's terrified of heights. So they're being really friendly, so that we don't notice wht they're up to. We pretended to be try and be helpful neighbors, so I stood around and made suggestions like, "Okay, you pull up the car. I'll put that box on the car and then put the dog on the box and then she can jump onto the dog. Wait, how about we stack the box and then stand on the box and then she can jump and you can catch her." then I'd yell, "JUMP!" They didn't seem to even notice that I'm wearing an orange jumpsuit for no apparent reason.
do you mean, through the door with that ass?