Fool Me Once

“Fool me once - shame on you. Fool me twice - shame on me.” pic.twitter.com/YAsy7RbLo0

— Rex Chapman???? (@RexChapman) November 10, 2019

The Wisdom of Mike

No, not me, but someone perhaps even more surprising.

Dear Sarah

To: Me

From: Sarah Baker @inforjnFQF@iye-o.mddksazhnvbzfftv.com

(yeah, that sure seems like a legit addy, huh?)


And a whole bunch of reply to: addresses.  If you've seen my other spam posts, you know I like to post them as so to have the spam web spiders trawl this site, pick them up and in turn, have the spammers get spammed.  If you want to see them, left click on your mouse and drag your cursor between * and *

* reply@successbox.app,reply@quickbox.icu,reply@marketbox.space,
reply@marketbox.site,reply@quickbox.space,mdonaldsmith@yandex.com,reply@marketbox.live,
reply@marketbox.icu,reply@quickbox.site,reply@marketbox.fun,reply@lifebox.icu,
/>reply@happytime.online,contact@workcontroll.com,
contact@jsutconsulting.com,
contact@octa-flex.com,enjoy@rrenjoy.live,*

Subject: Hello all, new to this, so be nice with me :)

(and a bunch of emoticons, I HATE those in the subject lines!)

Hallo! My name is Sarah Baker and I am new here from Ukraine I only live here for 1 month. Its been much harder than I though to find work and I am having very difficult time to pay rent. When I was in Ukraine I work as club dancer. I have very fit body and love to dance Im trusting their are some decent man in this world that will like to pay me for some good times.

Click to contact me..... (note:  link removed - was just the same reply to: addys)

I am live right now and looking for some nice local men to send some naughty pics to!
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Then three attachments down at the bottom;  I "edited" them as so to at least make a pretense at maintaining a G-rated blog.

Dear Sarah,

For *some* reason I don't think that's your real name.  Maybe "Sasha Bakatoff" but not Sarah Baker.



Just moved here from the Ukraine, huh? I hope you did so legally, but that doesn't seem to matter these days, so....Maybe you got here by requesting political asylum, maybe the cheap drunk Ruskies weren't tipping you enough at the Kiev strip club?






Then again, I suspect it's hard to stuff enough rubles in your G-string to make it worthwhile, what with it taking 63 of 'em to equal an American buck. (at today's exchange rate)




If you love to dance, then I've always heard if you love what you do, you don't have to work a day in your life...just never thought anyone would actually love being a stripper.

Having problems making your rent?  Where do you live?  San Francisco?  New York City? You must not be a very good stripper.

I'm also having problems believing you are having trouble finding work...at least in that profession and esp. if any of those photos are accurate. Shoot, even the ratty strip clubs on Amarillo Blvd. would welcome a gal like you, I'm sure.  (not that I would know for sure, just guessin')

And speaking of those photos;  one doesn't have your face in it, but the other two are definitely of two different young ladies...not unless you got tatted up and your hair dyed black in between them.

And lastly, you're trusting there are some "decent men in this world that will like to pay me for some good times".  Honey, decent men don't pay women for "some good times"...not unless they're desperate and/or aren't scared of catching something penicillin won't cure....not even for 126 rubles.

Mike

P.S. Sorry, but you sent your pics to anything but a nice guy, at least not YOUR idea of nice.  You can keep sending them, though, I don't mind.

Wild Animals Fighting

A lot of these remind me of fights breaking out in dive bars around closing time, two guys fighting over the last available woman.

Especially the two rabbits.

Thou Hath Spam

This was in my Spam folder earlier;  I wish these con artists would at least include a photo of scantily clad "themselves" as they used to do.

Gmail gives this warning:

This message seems dangerous

Similar messages were used to steal people's personal information. Avoid clicking links, downloading attachments, or replying with personal information.'

Thanks, Gmail.  I knew that, but I appreciate you reminding not just me, but any other doofus out there.

Here are the addresses and hopefully the web crawlers will pick them up and the spammers will get spammed.

pekmrf1975@dreamhostps.com

reply-to:    krasotkakla@in-mybox.com


Hello!

Thou'll probably be surprised by the message.

"Thou'll"??? I guess that would be a Biblical contraction? 

I just begin acquainted with the Internet. It seems I open the wicket that was not known.

And what a sticky wicket I suspect you have!  I'd say you also need to acquaint yourself with some better English.

For me, this new and it seems me that I already enough adult for this!

I see where this is headed. You're hopin' I'm a perv and that you are counting on me wanting to hook up with some total stranger on the 'net, am I right?  

I start to feel that I am not catching up with pace of the world that is around .I decided to keep up! And try use modern technologies for communications!

"Modern technologies for communications"?  What have you BEEN using, carrier pigeons?  Semaphores?  Smoke signals?  I'd say a phone is still considered a modern technology?  I think what you mean is using modern tech to con someone, am I right? Of course I am.

I will get to the point! I live in Russia! My city is called "Penza". What country do you live in?

I live in Nunya, Dambidnezz.

I 'm forty eight years old! I'm not here for joking.I 'm interested in personal acquaintance and begin of an serious relationship!I really hope thou'll answer me.

Well, 48 isn't too young for me, but I like a woman with a good sense of humor, so I'd hope you'd be in for some joking. I'm not into a serious relationship right now, so....There's that Biblical contraction again, not sure whether to be annoyed or amused.  

My emotional state does not allow me to start writing a lot at once.Cause I still feel little tight.

"Emotional state".  Hmmm....is that another code word for "mental illness"? Because trust me, I've dated a few crazy women and have had more than enough of THAT to last the rest of this lifetime and a couple more.

Although, if you're still feeling a little "tight", then you might just be a drunk.  It's a hard pass on that, too.

I guarantee that you'll see my more confident and informative letter only in case you answer to this one!Wait your thy reaction!

"Confident and informative"?  Is THAT a code phrase for information about how you don't like the sex with Russian men and you'll send me some nekkid pictures of yourself if I'll only reply...and give you my bank routing number?

Thou willst hath to waiteth the longest of times, I'm afraid. You can read my reaction here -- if you find it after getting a taste of your spam crap.

Well, That's ONE Way

To restart the motor in-flight.  I wonder what happened to make his engine stop, if he managed to get it restarted and if he made it down safely.

What I'd really like to know is just how he managed to climb over that wing strut, what with the enormous testicles he must possess.

Pilot restarting a stalled propeller (1960s) pic.twitter.com/qTnhL6y6f5

— Cool History (@history2cool) October 30, 2019

Tip of the Iceberg

The Shadow Knows

NASA Blew It

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Just think, NASA had a chance to shoot Hillary into outer space and blew it.

The "outer" the better, of course.

Horrifying Odds/Shocking Statistics

I was reading an article online with the local classic rock station on and the radio jock starting talking about odds of things happening.  I wasn't paying much attention, but he mentioned the odds of winning the lottery, then went on with other long odds of things happening to you.  It wasn't until the last bit of information he mentioned that my ears perked up.

I did not remember all the numbers, but I went to see the odds of playing the lottery. From Wonderopolis:

In a lottery in which you pick 6 numbers from a possible pool of 49 numbers, your chances of winning the jackpot (correctly choosing all 6 numbers drawn) are 1 in 13,983,816. That's 1 shot in almost 14 million.

If you were to buy one lottery ticket each week in such a scenario, you could expect to win once every 269,000 years.

That's pretty good odds compared to the Mega Millions jackpot. According to Wikipedia the odds of hitting a jackpot on that game are 302,575,350 to 1.

Of course, if you want a little better odds than that, then you can play Powerball, which according to Wiki has odds of "only" 1 in 292,201,338 of winning the big prize.

I don't remember all the categories - just the last couple - the radio jock brought up, but northjersey.com claims that you have a much better chance of being killed by a vending machine 112 million to one - than winning either the Powerball or Mega Millions.  They also say it's a much better bet that an asteroid will hit the Earth, 1-75,000.  Also, the article says the odds of finding a four-leaf clover are 1-10,000 and being hit by lightning 1 in 15,300.

I wonder what the odds are of being hit by lightning AND an asteroid while looking for a four-leaf clover?

Never mind.

Anyway, the radio jock went on with some odds I found distressing and unlike the other millions to one odds, I remembered these.  He said the odds of a man cheating on his wife were 1 in 5.  That upset me for some reason, even though I knew that was pretty accurate.  I'm just proud that when I was married, I was one of the four faithful guys.

The other stat that bothered me was in the same category, namely that 1 in 7.5 women cheated on their husbands.  I'm certain that my ex was one of those 6.5 faithful women.

Which brings me to something about that last stat;  just exactly how does one cheat with .5 of a person, half a woman? Would that be the top half?  Just guessing, but I'd say it would have to be the bottom half to really fall under the definition of cheating, but that's just my twisted mind.  Whats even more twisted is the thought of the woman being half a woman vertically...split right down the middle 

I guess that could be the case, more than the top/bottom scenarios.  After all, the odds of a woman having conjoined twins is 1-200,000....and if they had been separated, and a man cheated with one of the twins, that technically would be the point 5 of a woman, right?

I guess if a guy cheated with BOTH of the still-joined twins, that would skew the statistics, right?  Would you count that as one or TWO of that 7.5 figure?

What's really horrifying is me thinking about stuff like this.  Trust me, the odds of me doing THAT is pretty much a sure thing.

Tea Poll

I just participated in this poll on one of my sample sites.

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I sat my cup of hot, strong, black tea down and clicked "No."

J/K I love a good cuppa. 

Did you hear about the Indian chief who drank a hundred cups of hot tea?

They found him dead the next morning, drowned in his tea pee.

OK, that's old and I'm sure I've told it before on this blog, but I still find it amusing.

I wonder who has never had a cup of hot tea?  Gotta be a Mormon, reckon?

Sunday Sloth Success

I just finished up the Bing homepage quiz;  today's (Sunday) topic was sloths and I got five of five correct.

Not really surprising, considering both the subject and I have a lot in common. (except I'm not covered in algae - at least not as much - nor do I have sloth moths living in my fur...none that I've seen, anyway.)

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Ruining AOC's Holiday

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I Think It Ate the Page

404 page on Putlocker, one of the dodgy video sites I frequent.

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Wanna Be a Dad?

Stop drinking six months before conception.

Can alcohol affect sperm? Dads-to-be should stop drinking 6 months before conception, study finds

Alcohol consumption during pregnancy has long been linked to congenital defects and developmental problems in newborns. Now a new study has found a link between a baby's congenital heart defects and their prospective parents' drinking before conception

Compared to non-drinkers, fathers who drank during the three months before conception were 44% more likely to have babies born with congenital heart disease.

If the prospective dads were binge drinkers, which was defined as downing five or more drinks per session, there was a 52% higher likelihood their baby would have a congenital heart defect.

(read the rest of the article at above link)

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Sobering news, no pun intended. Even though I'm no scientist, it makes sense.  Alcohol IS, after all, technically a poison.

OTOH, I suspect a LOT of "conception events" are directly due to alcohol consumption.

Bulldog VS Dinosaur

From another of my favorite YouTube channels, Elvis and Khalee: "two bratty bulldogs who enjoy watching TV and mouthing off to our parents!'. It's hilarious how they recognize villains or monsters in movies, especially from horror flicks.

Other than barking at bad guys, they really seem to enjoy watching TV, especially nature shows.  Their reaction to some cheetahs in a recent video made me LOL because when one saw the big cats on TV, it barked for the other to come provide some backup. 

You'd never have to worry about Freddy Krueger or Jason if you had these two dogs.



Their owners also post some very unusual time lapse videos of some very odd events in their garage.  I'm not sure if they're a spoof or hoax, but it's weird.

How to Scare a Bird

How to give a bird a scare. pic.twitter.com/m2vreuEl4v

— Ian Miles Cheong (@stillgray) September 5, 2019

Much Sorry!

Was looking for a specific video file and after Googling for it, went to a "dodgy" site to watch. I might should be happy I got this instead of some computer virus.

Squirrel Rescue

Aww this is so so cute pic.twitter.com/b0CTBE13YR

— RICK19745 (@Rick19745) August 28, 2019

Norm!

Some of the best Norm quotes from the television series Cheers.

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WOODY: "What's your pleasure, Mr. Peterson?"
NORM : "Boxer shorts and loose shoes. But I'll settle for a beer."

SAM: "What's new, Normie?"

NORM: "Terrorists, Sam. They've taken over my stomach & they're demanding beer."

SAM: "What'd you like, Normie?"

NORM: "A reason to live. Give me another beer."

SAM: "What'll you have Normie?"

NORM: "Well, I'm in a gambling mood, Sammy. I'll take a glass of whatever comes out of that tap."

SAM: "Looks like beer, Norm."

NORM: "Call me Mister Lucky."

WOODY: "What's the story, Mr. Peterson?"

NORM: "The Bobbsey twins go to the brewery. Let's cut to the happy ending."

WOODY: "Hey, Mr. Peterson, there's a cold one waiting for you."

NORM: "I know. If she calls, I'm not here."

SAM: "Beer, Norm?"

NORM: "Have I gotten that predictable? Good."

WOODY: "How's it going, Mr. Peterson?"

NORM: "Poor."

WOODY: "I'm sorry to hear that."

NORM: "No, I mean pour."

SAM: "What's going down, Normie?"

NORM: "My butt cheeks on that bar stool."

WOODY: "Pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson?"

NORM: "All right, but stop me at one. Make that one-thirty."

SAM: "What's the story, Norm?"

NORM: "Boy meets beer. Boy drinks beer. Boy meets another beer."

WOODY: "What's going on, Mr. Peterson?"

NORM: "The question is what's going in Mr. Peterson? A beer please, Woody."

WOODY: "Can I pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson?"

NORM: "A little early isn't it, Woody?"

WOODY: "For a beer?"

NORM: "No, for stupid questions."

COACH: "How's life treating you Norm?"
NORM: "Like he caught me in bed with his wife. "

WOODY: "How's it going Mr. Peterson? "
NORM : "It's a dog eat dog world out there, Woody, and I'm wearing milkbone underwear."

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