posted on Dec, 24 2007 @ 04:51 PM
My thanks to all those who have sent me emails this past year........
I must send my thanks to whoever sent me the one about rats1t in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet towel with every envelope that
Also, I now have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.
I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny Brown); who is about to die in the hospital for the 1,387,258th time.
I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating
in their special e-mail program .....
Or from the senior bank clerk in Nigeria who wants to split $7million with me for pretending to be a long lost relative of a customer who died
I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and St. Theresa's novena has granted my every wish.
I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.
Thanks to you, I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.
Because of your concern I no longer drink Coca-Cola because it can remove toilet stains.
I no longer can buy petrol without taking a man along to watch the car so a serial killer won't crawl in my back seat when I'm filling up.
I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.
I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica , Uganda ,
Singapore and Uzbekistan .
Thanks to you, I can't use anyone's toilet but mine because a big brown African spider is lurking under the seat to cause me instant death when it
bites my bum.
And thanks to your great advice, I can't even pick up the £5.00 I found dropped in the car park because it probably was placed there by a sex
molester waiting underneath my car to grab my leg.
If you don't tell 50,000 people about this thread, in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhoea will land on your head and, at 5:00pm
tommorrow, the fleas from a thousand camels will infest your pubic hair.
I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbour's ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's
[edit on 24-12-2007 by fritz]