I’ve been getting a lot of calls lately from bill collectors and such demanding payment on some of the purchases I’ve made since I thought I would be in Richie Richville. It seems my bank account and 401-K funds have been bled dry by someone I’ve never met– a Mr. Wong, allegedly from Hong Kong, who claimed he’d slather me with over $125 million cool ones in exchange for my financial information.
It seemed like a pretty good deal to me. Swap some stupid financial account numbers and passwords for a big honking payday. Sweetness!
Now I’m feeling a bit the fool. I’m starting to think the whole deal was a ruse– maybe there is no $125 million. Youch!
The worst part is the ironic thing that happened today: I’ve received an e-mail from a Nigerian Prince. Seems he can make me $256,000,000 if I just give him some of my personal financial info so that he can cut through the red tape and free-up his family’s fantabulous wealth. A great opportunity has fallen into my lap and I don’t have a pot to pee in. Woe is me.
Mr. Wong, if you’re reading please cut me a check for some of my $125 million. A Nigerian Prince and I are both counting on you to do the right thing. Act now… PLEASE!