…I ask for no thanks… merely doing my wee bit to bring together the ‘haves’ and the ‘have-nots’… #TBSU…

…there are times when my little grey cells are so sparse, yeez can count them on one finger… ‘muddle’ is my middle name… or was that, ‘middle’ is my……? …blessed with flashes of Einsteinian insights I am not… and regularly, my elevator certainly ‘doesn’t go all the way to the top’… nevertheless, into every intelligence-starved brain the occasional geniusism glints…in pursuit of an everlasting legacy to leave behind for Mankind when I eventually slope off to the big Laptop Shop in the Sky, I believe I have discovered my wee offering for the rest of yeez out there… it’s apparent to me that a gazillion squillions of moolah is sloshing around in certain parts of the globe, seeking new homes… yeez have all seen them… the daily, almost hourly, emails from assorted widows of Nigerian/Burkina Faso/Somalian/Liberian generals with oodles of unclaimed dollars to share… obscure officials from even more obscure Financial Central Banks from places with names straight out of the Scrabble dictionary… with dead-mens’ fortunes to spirit away… on the distaff side of the email inbox, other types of messages arrive… yeez can spot them immediately… the tell-tale sign is the opener, ‘My dearest whoever yeez are’… ‘Chosen one of my heart…’ ‘I’ve carefully selected your name’… (I’d always thought my parents had done that)…etc… these unfortunate souls have been stricken with poverty-inducing tragedies on a scale only matched by that time Miley Cyrus was obliged to go on stage fully-clothed… but, I digress… here’s my plan… I’ve devised a means of tying up the two types of email streams… the Moolah-Mountain-Moguls with the Charity-Cherishing-Champions… there’s them what wants to give… and them what wants to receive… …I ask for no thanks… merely doing my wee bit to bring together the ‘haves’ and the ‘have-nots’… and maybe this ol’ Jurassic’ll be able to get on with the rest of his email life in peace… although somehow, I feel that may not happen anytime soon… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ


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16 responses to “…I ask for no thanks… merely doing my wee bit to bring together the ‘haves’ and the ‘have-nots’… #TBSU…

  1. Ha Ha, I’d love to see the confusion that reigned if ever the twain should meet.. One group desperate for bank account details and the other only too willing to hand them over.
    Happy Easter Buddy.


  2. You’re such a helpful, caring soul – Have a great Easter Seumas and don’t overdo the chocolate coated coffee beans 😀 😀 😀


  3. Excellent idea, Sir! Perhaps we could expand it? There are those of us with a tad too much largesse in the rear vicinity and those youngsters on TV who have the big puppy dog eyes trying to bring in donations for food (Though the same children have been in the commercials for years…maybe they have paintings in their closets that age for them?). What say we start a siphon program to get the excess to those that need it? I should be happy to siphon off a few pounds for charity and beef up several of the little guys….


  4. What a great idea. I am sure they will all be really appreciative of your efforts. Happy Easter Seumas!


  5. Don’t tell me the widow from Nigeria really didn’t like my picture on the internet. She is not going to give me $50M if I wire her a mere $5000.00 escrow fee? Dadblumit Seumas this means I have to keep writing.


  6. laurie27wsmith

    The people behind these scams must have more front than Woolworths to keep the emails flowing. I’ve never heard of any of them being rounded up by the authorities in Nigeria, hang on, perhaps it’s people in government who are doing it. 😦


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