 |             (Post deleted by staff )  StuckInTheSixties: I've tried to imagine the people actually sitting there typing, sending these messages. Here's the picture in my mind: The person typing the messages is some big fat guy, smoking a really shitty quality, reeking cigar, wearing boxer shorts that need laundering and a white, sleeveless t-shirt with food stains on it. He's sitting there typing in a room with flies buzzing all around, a few of which have been trapped on one of those hanging strips of flypaper. There's a single glaring lightbulb hanging down from the ceiling on a wire, and there's a cheap radio on, playing some really cheezy pop music, and there's a bottle of rotgut rum, half empty, sitting on the table next to a plastic cup and a jar lid functioning as the ashtray for the guy's crappy cigar. (Post deleted by staff ) |
This is yet other of my utterly stupid conversations with some dipshit scammer from Ghana. Actually, it’s two conversations with the same person … well, two different people … who are the same, but different … supposedly …