Junk Mail – The Indecisive Eejit

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Hello,

How are you? Can I trust you? I am sick and rich and I want you to help me distribute my funds to charity organizations,

Please reply if you can help me distribute my funds and I am willing to give 20% of 38.5MILLION for your time.

Waiting for your urgent response.

Regards

Mrs Randa Ahmed

The above is yet another fine example of the unrelenting spam mail that Outlook thankfully filters into a ‘We shall take care of this shit for you’ folder. They seamlessly sort good from evil, shielding me from the worst that the world of the Internet has to offer.

My hatred of ‘Spam’ is not a new thing, in fact it was one of my first posts when I started this blog, although back then, nobody knew who I was. Nowadays people still don’t really know, but thankfully they are kind enough to humour me! You can read it HERE if you’re bored.

Occasionally when I see the numbers rise in my junk folder, I will have a quick rummage to make sure nothing of note has slipped through the net. Wading through the offers of Viagra, Penis Englargment Brochures and Free online sex whilst entertaining, is a period of time spent that I can never reclaim. I particularly love the ones similar to the above, that promise me a share of their fortune for a little assistance, which is usually in the form of money, only you’re not told that at the time.

Another pet hate would have to be ‘Cold Callers’, so incensed was I, that I previously wrote about them as well.

My Mother and Father receive an awful lot of cold calls. I have a different telephone line, so I probably do as well, I just never check it.

I used to feel guilty and tell myself they were only doing their job, and what a shitty job it must be. Well not anymore. Cold callers beware, I hate you with a passion and I will make the 60 seconds you spend on the phone with me as tortuous as I can.

Cold Caller (hereafter referred to as Ahole): Good afternoon is that (insert Motherships name)

Me: No, it’s her daughter.

Ahole: Ah good afternoon Madam, I wish to advise you that your computer has been infected with a virus.

Me: No it hasn’t.

Ahole: Yes Maam is has.

Me: No! It really hasn’t.

Ahole: How do you know?

Me: There is no computer.

Ahole: There is a computer.

Me: No! There really isn’t.

Ahole: Are you lying to me?

Me: (laughing) No I am not lying to you.

Ahole: Do you find this funny, you are laughing so you must be lying to me.

Me (getting irritated): You rang up and asked to speak to (insert motherships name) correct?

Ahole: Correct

Me: Well then I am not lying, in fact I am laughing because you are accusing me of being a liar when out of the two of us, I am the only one that clearly knows that my mother does not, nor never has owned a computer. But thanks for your time.

….dial tone!

To be fair, being the worrier that I am, I did run straight up the stairs to make sure my computer was in fact still working! Surprise surprise it was!

There was another call a while back too, where a gentleman tried to sell me a mobile telephone. The conversation went on for a good ten minutes with me telling him I did not want a new mobile phone and him telling me that I really needed a new telephone. Looking back I have no idea why I didn’t just hang up, instead of standing there, my rage boiling like a kettle. After telling him for the gazillionth time that I did not want the phone, he replied, “Well I’m going to send you the bloody phone anyway” and hung up. WTF!!

Cold callers learn a lesson – I might be a soft touch, who does not say no very often, but believe me, when I say it I mean it!

Dear Mrs Ahmed,

I would ask if I could call you Randa, but I doubt that is even your name.

More likely it is one you have stolen borrowed from some unsuspecting lady who has no idea that she is doing the rounds of the Internet.

But I digress, back to your e-mail, I’m good thank you for asking. With regards to your question of can you trust me, that’s unlikely considering you do not even know me, are you that stupid that you go around offering a 20% share of your fortune to complete strangers. I have 500,000 in Grand Theft Auto Dollars and not even I’m that stupid!

Have you ever considered, what with you being so sick and rich, that you could hire yourself a Secretary to help you distribute your bullshit funds. Failing that, there are lots of very worthy Charities who would offer you help themselves for a sizeable whack of your fortune.

Now I don’t want to seem ungrateful, but to be honest I would rather you just gave the 20% you were going to give me to Charity, while I give you….sweet feck all.

I’d be happy to provide you a list of where I would like my money to go, if you would like to converse again, this has after all been such good fun!

Regards

The Indecisive Eejit

Until I dipped a toe into the lake of Information Technology, I thought Spam was something you put between two slices of bread!

“Spam (shortened from spiced ham) is a canned precooked meat product“

When I set up my first e-mail address, and then my first blog I realised there was a whole new type of spam I had never even heard of, processed meat had an evil twin!

“Spam is the use of electronic messaging systems to send unsolicited bulk messages, especially advertising, indiscriminately”

Currently in my junk mail folder I have 6 emails which are as follows:

80% off Viagra – Hmm not going to be much good to me unless I want a stiff neck! Tablets get stuck in my throat a lot, I blame hayfever!
Are you getting these???? – this is some chick who keeps asking me am I getting her e-mails because she wants to give me free passes to her porn show – No luv I’m not, you’re at the bottom of the dung pile, and as lovely as I am sure you are you’re just not my type, as in you are not male!
Herbs for Weight loss – They saying I’m a little rounder than I should be?
Outrageously Cheap Wine – I actually might need some. I’m a little traumatised by the previous e-mail calling me a fat fecker.
Top sale in Viagra – Perhaps I should start a little import / export here, I never was able to pass up on a bargain! And if I have two e-mails about it, it must be good stuff.
Free Lifetime Pass to Sex Whenever you want – To sex whom? Is it kind of like a Get Out of Jail Free card as in you produce it when you need to? I’m pretty sure I would get arrested if I walked up to some random bloke on the street and said here mate I have a Free Lifetime Pass to Sex whenever I want and I want to Sex with you and proceed to drag him back to my lair.

Receiving spam is kind of annoying, but funny. I’ve been offered some strange shit in the 15 odd years I have been online, and it’s given me a laugh or two.

Now it’s happening here as well. I was all excited today thinking, hey someone liked something, because I had so many comments. Then I noticed the red spam beside it, ffs!

I had an interesting argument with myself for about 5 minutes with regards to the merits of ignoring the spam and putting the comments on anyway…..my reasoning was, any comment is better than no comment. I mean if you peek through your fingers you can almost block out the promises of penis enlargement, unless of course you feel you may benefit from them in which case click away to your hearts content!

Good sense prevailed and after I had thoroughly read each and every one in the vain hopes of finding something sensible I sent them all to the trash can. I’d rather have comments because someone found something interesting, funny or had something to say rather than because I am a blue pill popping, fat, sex addicted alcoholic.

The End!