My Dearest One
I think your dearest one isn’t here at the moment, but do not try again later please.
I am a young girl of 23 years old , by name Miss Glory Beti. the Daughter of late of Dr Festus Neto. Beti. (…) who died (…) in September 11th 2001 at the World Trade Center in New York City USA. (…)
You poor thing…
Although I lost my Mother when she was putting birth to my younger brother who later died in the hospital with my mother fourtheen years ago in London United Kindom.
I actually died of laughter when I read this. ;)
Presently I am in Abidjan Cote d’Ivoire, where I am in a Refugee Camp where I decided to contact you as to assist me in transfering the sum of money my father left in a suspended account with this Financial Bank here in Abidjan. The amount is $8,000.000.00; 80% will be for investment, 17% will be for your kind help while 3% will be for any necessary expenses that may be incured. (…)
Your English is horrible! Now give me that f*cking money and leave me alone!
In addition I humbly solicit for your kindly assistance to help me in investing this money into a good and profitable business, (…) to help me to invest the the money into a business that will balance or give at least 100% profit in two years(…)
Wow! You’ll need 200% of luck to succeed…
Yours ever, Miss Glory Beti.
Yours never, someone