Greetings. My name is Crandall Spondular

A week or so ago, I received this very touching email:

What an interesting and heart rending story. How could I possibly refuse to help?

Some days passed after I replied, and I had almost given up hope, when, to my great joy, I received this:

I replied with the requested promise (completely ignoring the request for fax and phone contact details):

That’s all I’ve got for now. For the record, I do know that these are criminals I’m dealing with, and I do know it’s a scam. There’s no way for them to trace me (as if they’d bother anyway) - the Yahoo account I’m using is completely anonymous.

Not sure how I’m going to play this one yet…

Call the FBI, and ask them what number you should give these people. :slight_smile:

I’ve always wanted to respond to one of these just to satisfy my curiosity, and to see how far I could drag it out…

This should be great. (claps hands together in childish glee…)

Maybe you could convert to Islam and ask her if she still trusts you…?

Didn’t you do this once before?

I tried building an email relationship scammer, but just didn’t have the committment to see it through.

Can’t wait to see what happens!

A couple of times, at least.

Fun and games with Mr Austin Wemba

Fun and games with Mr James Dale (not so successful, that one).

A new 419 scammer, a new reply tactic (this one was particularly satisfying, because the scammer threw a little hissy fit when he realised I had been mucking him about).

‘Sandra’ replied, thusly:

So I thought it might be good for Crandall to start showing the first signs of luuuurve interest in her…

Crandall

Strangely, I received that same email several years ago. It cheers me enormously that Sister Sarah has managed to overcome her illness for so long.

Testy

Ha. The last time I tried baiting a Nigerian scamster, I made it too hard for him - I told him my astrologer had told me I should only accept business propositions if they were in Welsh. He gave up soon after. :smiley:

Mangetout
Damn! I’d give up too. :stuck_out_tongue:

Testy

Who?

Nobody of that name here. My name is Crandall Spondular.

Well, Mr. Spondular. Actually, buddy, lemme call you Crandall. I’ve got some great ideas for that money. When Sister Sarah finally bites the bullet and you get the 3.5 mil, instead of doing good works with it, why don’t we invest it in evil? We could buy shares in whore houses, gambling dens and Afghani opium plantations. Ya gotta consider that the fringe benefits and return on investment with a cat house are MUCH better than giving money to churches and charities After all, I’ve never even **heard ** of a preacher that gave me a hard on. I’m tellin ya guy, with me as an investment adviser ya can’t go wrong. :smiley:

Testy

Those are all great plans, but I must win her affection first. Faint heart never won fair maiden (nor fraudulent widow neither).

(Of course there is no Sarah, it’s some scummy bloke in an African internet cafe somewhere, but I think that will be the point of this exercise - being romantically pursued by a man ought to make him just a little uncomfortable, I hope).

Send him some pics of your naughty bits. That ought to get his attention. A nice photo with “Waiting for you!” as a caption should get something going. :smiley:

Testy

Naw, call Dateline instead.

I’ve still not contacted the supposed bank, but lovely Mrs Sandra sent me such a nice email:

So I replied (and I think I might have gone for the kill a bit too quickly, but we’ll see…):

The picture I attached is this one - I don’t actually know who that is - I just googled ‘wrestler’ and picked an image from one of the lower ranking search results.

By my estimation, you are “The Lethal Weapon” Steve Blackman.

If this information helps influence your character in any way, I demand a songwriter credit and three percent of the millions to which you are entitled.

I’ve also prepared the photo of David Beckham I said I have; here it is - I’ll probably attach this to the next email.

You’re my new hero.