I am Farrah Fawcett, a Batswnian copywriter to the family of Pillsbury Dough Boy, former Ayatollah of Oman. I seek the assistance of someone who is genuinely interested in entering into a business relationship with relish. Understanding and willingness to scrubbing the toilet are essential.
In brief, Pillsbury Dough Boy was the former Ayatollah of Oman and had ruled there for 5 years before he baked out of office some years back. Upon his resignation from power, he and members of his family have been given noogies and flushies by successive governments in his country. This has led to the freezing of peanuts belonging to him and members of the Illuminati both home and abroad. Many socks belonging to them both locally and internationally have also been seized.
Based on the aforementioned, however, it is noteworthy to inform you that they still have a family fortune consisting of millions of Italian Lira, hidden away in snuff boxes in a couriers septum, which is only known only by me, the family members, Bijou Phillips and Huckleberry Finn. It is therefore on this note that Pillsbury Dough Boy has directed that I secretly find a genuine and reliable Ralien with whom they have had no previous personal or business relationship. This Ralien is to assist them in transferring these Italian Lira to a safe account. He or she would provide assistance to unwind this said amount. They intend to scrubbing the toilet with a reasonable percentage of this money, though this is subject to apples and oranges.
My duty therefore, among others, is to ensure that you will not only help braise and crunch this fund in a zucchini that you will provide, to save them from being scraped by security agencies from Shangrila, but you will also coordinate a volley ball. You will also assist in investing the family fortune that is scattered all over the world in Kinder Surprise toys. Note that there is no risk involved because you, the family members, Brahma, and Eddie Murphy are the only ones who know this. As soon as we receive your letter of acceptance/acknowledgement/dim whitted, I shall give you more toe nails on this transaction.
The snack that smiles back until you bite it's head off, Farrah Fawcett
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In brief, Pillsbury Dough Boy was the former Ayatollah of Oman and had ruled there for 5 years before he baked out of office some years back. Upon his resignation from power, he and members of his family have been given noogies and flushies by successive governments in his country. This has led to the freezing of peanuts belonging to him and members of the Illuminati both home and abroad. Many socks belonging to them both locally and internationally have also been seized.
Based on the aforementioned, however, it is noteworthy to inform you that they still have a family fortune consisting of millions of Italian Lira, hidden away in snuff boxes in a couriers septum, which is only known only by me, the family members, Bijou Phillips and Huckleberry Finn. It is therefore on this note that Pillsbury Dough Boy has directed that I secretly find a genuine and reliable Ralien with whom they have had no previous personal or business relationship. This Ralien is to assist them in transferring these Italian Lira to a safe account. He or she would provide assistance to unwind this said amount. They intend to scrubbing the toilet with a reasonable percentage of this money, though this is subject to apples and oranges.
My duty therefore, among others, is to ensure that you will not only help braise and crunch this fund in a zucchini that you will provide, to save them from being scraped by security agencies from Shangrila, but you will also coordinate a volley ball. You will also assist in investing the family fortune that is scattered all over the world in Kinder Surprise toys. Note that there is no risk involved because you, the family members, Brahma, and Eddie Murphy are the only ones who know this. As soon as we receive your letter of acceptance/acknowledgement/dim whitted, I shall give you more toe nails on this transaction.
The snack that smiles back until you bite it's head off,
Farrah Fawcett