chiaThePet -> RE: Is it just me ? (10/1/2007 9:17:26 PM)
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Steve, my handsome American adventurer, I so love the rugged look and the hat especially. It is exciting to hear that you love to dig up old things, perhaps you could dig up my fathers bones from the hillside where his helicopter so tragically landed...er....crashed. I also have a dislike of snakes, having met so many here on the internet, so uncaring and dishonest. Not to change the subject, but yes, your bank account number and any credit card numbers would be of great solice to me during my great sadness. Perhaps i could borrow just a small amount until my father's will is finalized. At which time i will send for you and reward you handsomely in person. At your request, i have included a photo of myself to the left of my grateful letter. It was not the best of hair days, but i am willing to undergo an extreme makeover, just for you goodlooking. I will simply need to borrow just a bit more until i receive my majestic bounty. It is custom here, that the surviving daughter of all helicopter crash victims must first purchase the golden key to unlock the prize of the dead. Once again, it will be your most generous help which makes this a reality for me, and shall in return reap the glorious dance of the one hundred and twenty seven veils. After the last veil falls, the great key shall open the box which contains my fortune, and thus your repayment. Together we shall be carried high on shoulders to the great Mall Of The Sudan, where i shall experience a spree of shopping unknown to mankind. I will be outfitted in the royal adorments befitting a grieving daughter. Only the finest furs, silks, and jewels will be allowed to touch my olive skin. All for you my dear Steve, all for you. I shall await with baited breath the numbers which shall free me from my horrific pain wonderful Steve. I am most fortunate indeed to meet such a suck..er...sweet and marvelous American savior. By midnight please, otherwise the key shall be lost forever, and I will be forced to wait tables at the local Harem of Hooters Bar and Grille. Please hurry dear Steve. Midnight at the Oasis, look my camel is dead Let's slip off to a sand dune, real soon, kick up a little lust. Lola* (the pet)
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