I got a variation of this in one of my emails this morning. You know. The one where you send them your bank account number, they’ll transfer millions and millons of dollars to it, withdraw most of what they deposited, and leave you a nice sum for your trouble. (Except, of course, they clean you out. Or something along those lines. That’s why these emails are supposed to be forwarded the U.S. Gummint.) Urgent, of course. I couldn’t help myself. I responded.
“Something urgent for you:
I am the queen of France.
I love to sing and dance.
And if you don’t believe me
I will punch you in the pants.”They haven’t responded as yet.
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