Regardless..I got this email the other day:
From: MR.SIMON PATRICK
Subject: Subject: ALLUVIAL GOLD DUST OFFER FOR SALES
WE ARE OUAGA TRADE COMPANY LTD, WE EXPORTE RAW COTTON MATERIAL & WE OFFER ALLUVIAL GOLD DUST FOR SALES.
We are pleased to make this offer of our product under the penalty of perjury and with full cooperate and legal responsibility to the following terms and conditions.
1. Product: AU Metal (Gold)
2. Origin: Burkina-Faso West Africa
3. Type: Alluvial
4. Purity: 22.5 Carat or 92%
5.Quantity: 100-550 kilos
6.Price: $25,000 per kg
One representative of the buyer is suppose to come down to Ouagadougou,BURKINA-FASO) for the inspection and random sampling of our Gold Bars. or make plans for the golds to be ship to his/her destination. We look forward to establishing a long lasting business relationship with you.
I am expecting your reply soonest with your personal information as follow:
(1) Your Full Name:……………..
(2) Your Full Address:…………..
(3) Your Phone Number:…………..
(4) Your Company Name:…………….
(5) Your Age:…………………..
(6) Your Nationality:……………
Mr. Simon Patrick,
Marketing Manager Of Ouaga Gold Trade Company.
Here’s my actual reply:
Dear Mr. Simon Patrick,
This may come as a complete shock to you, but I was just emailing YOU, fine sir, to see if YOU wanted to buy any of MY Alluvial Gold Dust.
The fuck, right?
Crazy coincidence, or Jessica Tandy-like twisted hand of fate?! Either way, I think it so!
Whacky world we live in, am I right, Simon? Of course I am. But you know this anyway, being in the mixed-up, topsy turvy world of Alluvial Gold Dust sales!
Like Fozzy Bear says: waka-waka-waka!
I love the Muppets. Do you think that Kermit and Miss Piggy ever really banged? What do you think the baby looked like? I’m thinking frog head on pig body.
HAHAHA. I said ‘head.’
And then frog-pig baby laughed like, “ribbit oink!” and the swamp became eerily quiet.
I’m going to make that the first line in my romance novel. I will send you a copy!
Where was I?
OH. Alluvial Gold!
So, instead, why don’t YOU send me YOUR information so I can complete the transaction to Ouagadougou which is OH MY GOD the most fun name to say on the planet because I can’t stop going, “A-ooooooga…dougou!” which is like a train coming and then it sneezes.
God bless you, train!
Try it at home kids!
Do you have kids? Aren’t they delicious? Mine taste like almonds! Probably because of the cyanide.
To prove I’m deadly serious, here is a picture of the Pope juggling cats:
Send me the following information to complete our transaction!
1) Your Full Name…….
2) Your Half Name…..
3) Name that Tune…..
4) Pygmies, Fact or Fiction?…..
5) Include three photos of your nearest female relative not living with you with breasts exposed….
6) Where were you when Michael Jackson died?….
I look forward to our illustrious Alluvial Gold Dust (there’s a tongue-twister Simon!) partnership and the photos of the breasts.
And then I sent it.
I have not heard back from Mr. Simon Patrick so I don’t know where our Alluvial Gold deal stands nor do I know where he was when Michael Jackson died.
It’s a cruel world in Ouagadougou, my friends.
My God, that’s so fun to say.