Greetings. My name is Crandall Spondular

I’m getting evil joy out of this. Do keep us posted.

Gee, I dunno, Crandall. Your infatuation may come to naught. After all, the saintly Sandra decided against remarriage or recreational whoopee outside the matrimonial home, just like the Bible says. (I don’t remember that part.) Anyway, would a good Christian lady fall in with a rough ex-wrestler?

You look even more menacing without the beard. Poor Sandra. You might even be an ex-felon. Poor social skills, instant infatuation, probably 'roid rage…poor, poor Sandra.

[sub]I’m a shit. I laugh like a loon as you string the spammers along. Bet this one will skeeve him out.[/sub]

I thought I’d better contact the banker guy - it’s probably just another email address for the same scammer, so I need to do it so it looks like I’m still on the hook.

I’ve also emailed Sandra again:

I printed out the doctored Beckham photo with a fake mount, then took a picture of it with my phone, to make it look a bit more authentic - so the picture I actually sent is this one

If this scammer has been baited before by someone else, there’s a fair chance he’ll be wise to the ‘send a picture holding up a card with something stupid on it’ schtick (and anyway, to comply, he’s got to find a woman willing to do it) - so it might be game over right now - we’ll see…

If you get that picture and post it, I’m going to have to put on a pair of Depends before I click it, so please warn us.

You should send this to 419 Eater. My favorite so far is the Tale of the Painted Breast.

I loved the one where someone was holding up a sign saying “I practise beastiality”.

I’ve seen that one before - a masterful bit of baiting - actually playing the scammer at exactly his own game. What a hoot.

No emails arrived for more than a day, so I fired off a quick message:

‘Sandra’ replied quite promptly:

And I’ve responded:

It looks as though I’m not going to get a picture with the sign - but this isn’t all that surprising, since I’m dealing with a bloke pretending to be a woman. I’ll have to think of some other way to inconvenience him.

Ask “her” for pics of family members and detailed family histories and anecdotes. Tell her such stories make you feel “generous and giving.” Make this schmuck really, really work for your enjoyment. If Crandall is feeling amorous, wouldn’t he ask things like what kind of music “she” likes and what “her” hobbies and pastimes are?

[del]Mangetout[/del], Crandall - would you care to take on a female persona and have at this one?

If so, PM me and I’l provide you with the contact info. :: wanders off grinning evilly ::

I didn’t get any more emails over the weekend, so I’ve sent this:

That seemed to work - I just received this:

But I still think Sandra needs to be brought out of herself a little bit, so I’ve asked a few more questions:

The picture I sent is just another pic of Steve Blackman I found on the web.

I really really wish that you’d sent her a picture of your naughty bits with that e-mail.

That could backfire - I don’t really want to lose this Yahoo account, as I created it way back when you didn’t have to provide any personal details in order to create an account, so it’s about as anonymous as can be.

Yay! I got the long-awaited email from the banker today:

I’m going to work up a fake identity card or passport later, so for the moment I’ve just sent off a couple of messages; this one to Mr Amicha (copying Barrister Henri Teller Osther):

And this one to Sandra Dickson:

Just out of interest, have you checked the IP addresses in the headers of the emails? www.samspade.org will let you know whence they’re emanating.

Because you wouldn’t want to find that they’re sending them from inside your house!!! :eek:

I checked them out and both lots of emails are coming from the same place - Abidjan in the Ivory Coast - a slightly different address from the one the banker is saying, but not very different. The IP addresses resolve to what looks like the name and home address of a private individual, although it might be fake, or may only be the proprietor of some internet cafe or hotel.

I might try casually addressing the banker by this name in some message later…

My favourite ever of these is: Keeping Up with the Cojones

I love messing with these guys - I’ve actually got another one bubbling under at the moment - it arrived as a fake lottery notification (apparently I’ve won a top-of-the-range BMW and 500,000 Euros in a lottery I never even knew I entered!) - I emailed back in excited amazement and the guy sent me some forms to fill out - I thought it was going to be a straightforward identity theft thing, so I invented the persona of Arnold Woolwich, whose address and phone number just happens to be that of a police station in London (and his bank details are those that Sandar Dickson’s fake banker gave me) - I thought that would be it, but today I received a reply with a really shoddy looking BMW letter of guarantee attached - and it looks like the scam is actually moving towards an advance fee thing after all, as the scammer has started talking about tax forms.

Apparently there’s one more form he has to send me to fill out (I have to print them, fill them out by hand, then scan them and email them back). I’m planning just to send him back a picture of someone’s naked arse instead.