Greetings my Fellow and Fae Psychopaths! Thew I.R. here with one that dates back to August 2007… when I was still in Kuwait, Dead Dad was Live-but-Cancer-Infested-Dad, and shit was dry as a bone. I present for the studio viewing audience a blast from the past: Enjoy and feel free to tip the waiter!
Yep… no more financial troubles for me.
Screw the world, I’m Rich. How is
this possible you say? Well, according
to my latest and greatest, (seeings this’s about the majority of my email these
days) I have the following “hotspots”
going for me:
$9.Million (Nine Million U.S. Dollars)in a security company here in Abidjan
Recently, my Doctor told me that I have serious sickness which is related to
cancer . The one that disturbs me most is my stroke sickness… On Knowing my
condition I decided to donate this fund to a church or
to instruct herein.”
days. Before his death we were both born again Christians and we lived happily
in the Lord. Since his death, I decided not to re-marry or get a child outside
my matrimonial home which the Bible is really against.
financial institution. Recently, my
Doctor told me that from all the test conducted on my health, I am not going to
last long, especially, due to my cancer and
Coast where I lived with him until his death in February 13th 2006.My late
husband was a carefree, open-minded and considerate person which I believed contributed largely to his death.
He never withheld these qualities from his subjects. The people he ruled. This
is why it was easy for him to be poisoned. His death was suspected to have been
carried out by one of his subjects. My
husband called me in his palace one faithful Friday afternoon. He told me of the money ( 9. 5 million us
dollars) he deposited in a security company here in
The capital city of
He told me this exactly 3 months before his death.”
I’ve received (8 in less than 2 weeks) this means I have sitting in a Bank (or
three) in Abidjad, in the Ivory Coast, Africa the grand sum of $975,000,000
dollars awaiting my “immediate access!”
eighth of that ENTIRE GNP of that country at my disposal… (The GNP being $8,416,000,000)
Nigerian Email scams… Man I wonder how the FUCK I got pegged into that whole
spam-a-rific line of bullshit. Poor
grammar, even worse spelling… I couldn’t even do shit with this fucking letter
until I corrected the spelling in the ‘outtakes’ as the spellchecker in the New
version of Office 2007 is rather insistent to say the least… I half expected the little dog that popped
up to jump off the screen and threaten me if the grammatical errors weren’t
corrected…. “Fix it NOW motherfucker!!!!
Do it NOW or I’ll delete your entire star dot doc file directory!!!!!” (pardon the geekspeak fro those of you who
have no clue… that’s a really BAD thing to have happen if you ain’t aware of
remotely thought of responding to was the one simpleton who sent me the email
claiming to be in refugee status here in
yeah? I just happen to be in
and am willing to meet with you to discuss the particulars of the money
exchange.” I’d be curious to see how the
reaction would be to that… I’m sure
they’d attempt to beg off or something… after all… it would be fun to show up
and meet one of these freakish scumbags who have ruined so many people back in
the states and all over the world. Granted,
most of the pinheads who fall for this scam deserve what they get, (too much
money, not enough common sense), but still…
it might be a balm for me to get a good workout beating them against a
dumpster or two, and allow me to vent a bit of frustration at my current
After all… the ole Intrepid
Reporter has had a few rough weeks, and what without booze, broads or drugs to
mellow me, I’ve been a bit on “EDGE” lately, and it’s coming to a head.
thinking I might volunteer back with Blackwater to go up North again, if only
to have the ability to kill some motherfuckers again without the worries of
certain legal aspects of said maimings and mutilations.
me relate a few things… The current name for my pain is
the Penis-With-Lips or “Dickhead” as I affectionately call him. My
new partner whom I’ve been joint in the unholy bond of being stuck with his
most unpleasant ass…. I am stuck working with possibly the most unpleasant
human being (if he can be realistically called that… I think he’s not fucking
human but the extension of some giant phallus from beyond) on the face of the
planet. How he ever managed to spawn is beyond me, as he’s so unpleasant that
the concept of a female being willing to sit still long enough to become
impregnated by this repulsive shitdick is beyond my ken. Needless to say I never
want to see this reputed female as she has got to be vaguely reminiscent of
Rosie O’Bloated on Crack, or at least to my twisted thought process she has to
be. The worst part is I’m stuck with him because I’m widely known for my
ability to get along with anyone. It’s been said that I could find common
ground with anyone and get along with them. Hell, I could possibly maybe find something
partially redeemable in Adolph Hitler… I dunno… trade mustache grooming
tips? (How the fuck should I know?) Yeah… but because of this ability to
“get along with others” I’m stuck with someone I have YET to find a
single redeeming thing about him. Possibly that he’s a decent Oxygen-Carbon
Dioxide Processing Carbon Based Lifeform? Possibly?
still in ANYONES book.
asshole at least for now, or until I kill him or the bosses get the idea that
he’s going to die painfully.
addresses on it, and DON’T label the contents in the customs form. My advice?
Vodka or other beverages put into plastic water bottles, sealed with
duct tape and wrapped in bubble wrap. These
are just my suggestions. All donations
will be gratefully received and then returned with either a hajji-head wrap as
the return gifty, or a neat boonie hat with a “My Friend was in Kuwait and all
I got was this fucking hat” on it or some such consolation prize.
trying. I managed to connect with the
Black Market and at which point I tried the Grey Market, and even the “Lighter Shade
of White” market… what I found was booze
here is more expensive than some of the most expensive boozes in the
States… as in a Bottle of Johnny Walker
Blue Label runs $200 for a liter… Granted,
great scotch, and a great price that’s apropos for said boozage…
jug of “Might Be Jack” in a Jack bottle… we got problems….
Dollars…. For a fifth of what might or MIGHT not be Jack Daniels… It’s a tough call as it might be a poor
imitation that’ll leave you fucking blind (literally!) or sick as fuck if yer
not careful… either that or it’s a
imitation Jack that tastes like Jack that’s been filtered through an NFL
player’s dirty Jockstrap after a full game.
Yeah… Great Images huh? Well just
imagine the taste and that’s the kind of chance yer taking with these dirty
bastid hajjis and their religious zeal to ban all that’s fun and liquor
free, broad free, and ah yes… the latest news?
cold turkey. “Wow!” you say? Yep…
two months of absolute cold smoke freeness. “How?” you ask? Well.
Let me tell ya… the four magic words that if spoken to you would
GAR-RON-DAMN-TEE that you stop smoking.
is a dead man walking. At least he is
for like the 10th time in 20 years.
I won’t believe he’s done until he stops asking for Bourbon. In all seriousness, this isn’t the first time
he’s been told he’s dying, but in this particular instance, the Doc are pretty
sure about the Cancer, but don’t know how long he has. He’s supposed to do Chemo in the next few, so
I took the liberty of buying him a Shisha (shee-sha correct pronouncement on
that FYI) which is also more popularly known as a Hooka. I figured what the hell right? When I told him about it he asked me
pointedly “What the hell am I going to do with a Hooka?” to which I told him
that pretty much he’s too old to be hitting one of them little pot-pipes and he
doesn’t have the dexterity to roll doobies, so why not smoke his weed with a
little style? I mean really… chemo is a bitch
and he’s gonna need to do something… I mean hell, he may not be a dope smoker,
but if he wants to make it thru chemo, it’s my recommendation. Either that or drink heavily… but then again,
that’s my recommendation for everything these days.
cancer was cured, but the rest of him is slowly going bad. Go figure.
The funniest thing is that the docs can’t believe him when he tells them
how much he used to drink. His liver is,
in fact, pristine, (which gives me great hope for MY future as the next
Bukowski.) Y’all have to understand… the
Senior IR was/is a world class boozehound of international repute. When asked his blood type in the past his
answer was “86 Proof.” In fact, the majority
of his health problems began when he started to slow down (on doctors orders no
less!) and NOT booze as much… Myself, I think there’s a Grade-A malpractice
suit in there for that. I think he
should have asked my boy Bluto Blutarsky.
to start drinking.(hands Flounder a 12 pack) Heavily.”
to go. Me, I stopped smoking on news of
the Old Man… lets face it… Cancer is definitely passed on in the family, and I’m
better off NOT doing something that may or may NOT happen to contribute to the
potential nastiness right? So I’m smoke
free. At least for now. If I go back to
and if the war in fact is going to continue.
I’ll leave that for the subject of my next email either way, as I have
to get going right now. Duty calls per
mind-drooling-draining episode, I remain