Quote Originally Posted by pomtzu View Post
The junk is never ending, tho it actually has slacked off a little from what I used to get.

Let's see ---- I can get a PhD on line, then of course there are the weight loss ads (if I lose weight I really will just blow away), hair restoration ads (I just got a haircut because I had too much), have my choice of brides from every country imaginable (I don't do women ), join dating services with whites, blacks, Christians, Jews, gays, lesbians, and over 50, plus more), flirt online (pics of naked girls attached with parts blacked out - until you pay of course), get help filing for Social Security disability, join a class action lawsuit for any number of issues, get credit cards -- and on and on.

I'm seeing a lot less of the foreign money scams - maybe they finally figured I don't have any to scam - so why waste their time??? I did get another yesterday from Christy Walton of the Walton Empire, wanting to give me a huge chunk of money. But I kinda miss the comical ones from the FBI - if I don't comply with the Nigerians and send them the money/info they need to release my fund, then the FBI has a warrant for my arrest, my mugg shot will be on all the local t.v. channels, bringing shame to my family, my bank accounts and properties will be confiscated, and I will go to prison for the rest of my life. This one that I received many times, was by far, the most hilarious!!!! Of course they all come addressed to me with my real name too - "undisclosed recipients".

Thankfully 99+% goes directly to my spam folder and doesn't get sent to my in box. Google does a good job in that department!
I print out the pics of the women and draw in the private parts.

That way I only pay for the ink.

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I think the Nigerians figured out that there are people in America are in worse shape than they are?

They have the interweb, for pete's sake!

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Back in the mid eighties I was on the couch in my apt and a notorious serial killer was finally ID'ed.

Imagine my surprise when the newscaster mentions my name....The newspaper the next day prints out his aliases and sure enough, my name made it to the front page!