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Saturday, March 19, 2011
Funny Scam Email Part 2
The funny Email Scam artist strike again, after I totally told him/her off with the last Email, he/she send me this following Email
Hi Dear,
How are you today? My dear thank you so much for your mail I have gone through your mail is well understood, My dear I want you to understand the condition which lead me to Senegal, I ran away from my country because my uncle trying to kill me so that he will take over all my late fathers properties, So when I came to Senegal, I went to the bank where my late father deposited the money so that I can withdraw some money as the next of kin to the account and start a new life. Unfortunately, I did not know that my late father signed an agreement with the bank that the money should not be released directly to me if not married or up to 30years.
The agreement states that I should appoint a foreign trustee/ investor any time I want to take the money from the bank before I am 30 years. I understand that the foreign investor is to invest and manage the money for me in a good business. I was told that it will not be possible for me to indulge in financial transaction because of my age as refugee statue and law that governs this country.
So the bank people advised me that since I am not yet 30 years and not married, I should look for someone to stand for me for claims in accordance with their agreement with my late father. Actually, this is why I contacted you, to help me transfer this money to yourbank account in your country.
Secondly, I like your country and I want to live there and continue my education. You don't have to be afraid because the money was deposited with my name as the next of kin to inherit the fund. Despite the money I really want a man who will care and love me, I need a man who will always tell me the truth from his heart, I need a man who will be my brother my best friends and if the nature permit it my husband.
My dear, I can not go back to my country because my uncle will kill me I am scared of losing my life, please I want you to find your hear to help me out from this condition I am, anyway I will drop here for now hope to hear from you soon bye.
Yours truly,
Fatima
Seriously, he/she or they are still not giving it a rest aren't they? :)
Hi Dear,
How are you today? My dear thank you so much for your mail I have gone through your mail is well understood, My dear I want you to understand the condition which lead me to Senegal, I ran away from my country because my uncle trying to kill me so that he will take over all my late fathers properties, So when I came to Senegal, I went to the bank where my late father deposited the money so that I can withdraw some money as the next of kin to the account and start a new life. Unfortunately, I did not know that my late father signed an agreement with the bank that the money should not be released directly to me if not married or up to 30years.
The agreement states that I should appoint a foreign trustee/ investor any time I want to take the money from the bank before I am 30 years. I understand that the foreign investor is to invest and manage the money for me in a good business. I was told that it will not be possible for me to indulge in financial transaction because of my age as refugee statue and law that governs this country.
So the bank people advised me that since I am not yet 30 years and not married, I should look for someone to stand for me for claims in accordance with their agreement with my late father. Actually, this is why I contacted you, to help me transfer this money to yourbank account in your country.
Secondly, I like your country and I want to live there and continue my education. You don't have to be afraid because the money was deposited with my name as the next of kin to inherit the fund. Despite the money I really want a man who will care and love me, I need a man who will always tell me the truth from his heart, I need a man who will be my brother my best friends and if the nature permit it my husband.
My dear, I can not go back to my country because my uncle will kill me I am scared of losing my life, please I want you to find your hear to help me out from this condition I am, anyway I will drop here for now hope to hear from you soon bye.
Yours truly,
Fatima
Seriously, he/she or they are still not giving it a rest aren't they? :)
Friday, March 18, 2011
Funny dating Scam Email
Hi guys,
I recieved this romantic sort Email a little while ago from some god know what wierd person. I can now be 100% certain it must be a scam of some sort.
This is the original Email this person send me.
Hello Dear, My name is Fatima, i am a beautiful and romantic young girl i was impressed when i saw your profile on and will like to establish a long lasting relationship with you. In addition,i will like you to reply me. This is because i don't know the possibilities of remaining in forum for a long time. please If you are interested in knowing more about me, and for me to send you some pictures of mine, Thanks waiting to hear from you . With all my love, Miss Fatima You can send me an email ok; missfatimamk13@yahoo.de
The only thing that was going through my head was "What the hell?" This is especially considering the fact, I "DIDN'T JOIN ANY DATING SITE" So, I send an email back saying
I am not the comittment type
PS: What profile? I didn't join any dating site
Then this person send me this Email and two photos as attachment with it
Hello Dearest,
Thanks for your mail, i really appreciate it so much.
I am excited to hear from you, you are such a nice person, i always dream to meet some one like you, as for that reason i will never hide anything from you.I am alright only that life has not been easy for me, more over my name is Miss Fatima Dim Deng, i am from Sudan by Nationality, my late parents are Dr. and Mrs Dominic Dim Deng. My father Dr.Dominic Dim Deng was the South Sudan Affairs and defense minister.
My parents were among with other 19 military officials have been killed as result of a plane crash between Wau and Juba,Sudan in Friday, May 2, 2008, After the burial of my late parents life becomes so difficult for me as the only child to my parents, my uncle conspired and sold my father's properties to a Chinese Expatriate, left nothing for me to survive with, explaining to me that as tradition demand, as a female issue i don't have any right to my father's properties, i tried to stand up for my right which he treating to kill me, that is the reason i find my way and run away from my country, i am residing in Senegal under the International federation of Red Cross Society. although life is not easy here.
i forgot to tell you my age in my last mail, i am 24 years old, am student of Accounting in the university before the incident, but i could not finish up my education, i was in 2rd year, i want to become an economics as profession.
We have the general over sea in the camp, he takes care of our welfare in the camp here, he is Pastor of (The Light of God Gospel Mission) here in the Dakar, his name is Reverend EJION, it was through his help that i could be able to contact you with his computer, he has a computer in his office that was were i used to send you mails. In case you want to call me, you can call me through his phone number, tell him that you want to speak with me, he will send for me at the Hostel to come and answer your call, he is such a nice man, always good to people, this is his phone number: 00221776715216 OR 00221766679838
There is some thing i want us to talk about, i know that is very difficult to get some one that is honest and sincere, this issue i am telling you is some thing i will not like you to review to any body, i am telling you this due to the trust i have seen in you, i feel your honest and understanding person, when my parents were alive they never hide anything from me as the only child.
After the death of my parent i was able to get my late father's Deposit Certificate were he Deposited his money, my uncle later got to know about it, that was his reason he was threatening me so that he could be able to claim the money. It contains £2.8 million British pounds (two Million eight Hundred Thousand pounds). and as the only child i am the next of kin, i am giving you all this information due to the trust I have deposed on you. When escaping out of my country i also took along with me my late father's Deposit Certificate too.
Here you can find out about my father death;
http://www.sudantribune.com/spip.php?article26975
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/7380412.stm
at this moment i want to come out of this camp to live my normal life as a woman, i want you to help me so that i could be able to get this money, i have already contacted the bank and i found out and i was also informed by the bank that my father have an agreement with the bank that the money should be release to me when i get matured or as the case may be with an appointed trustee who could stand on my behalf to help me get the money.
I have kept this as a secret, even Reverend EJION does not know about it, but i will tell him as soon as you promise to help me out and i also want you to keep it to yourself too.
i want to go back to the hostel in few minutes from now we are going to have our three hours prayers, i will give you the information's of the bank in my next mail, once again thank you and God bless,waiting to hear from you soon.
and send me this two photos of this very hot girl, which this person claim to be him/herself
Now, I don't know about you. But this definitly seem like a scam to me.'
(Although the girl in that photo is kind of hot. Maybe it is the photo of a model taken off some magazine. )
The second Email this person sent me frequently reminded me of the studying of male sexual desire and how fairy tale frequently reflect it, which is why in stories such as Snow White and Sleeping Beauty the victim is always a weak, helpless and innocent victim and is 100% knock out hot. Well, this story reminded me of it completly. This person presented photos of a hot girl, (Score on the knock out hot part) protray him/her self as a weak, helpless and innocent victim (socre again on that part) and protray him/herself as the daughter of a high ranking official (score on that part again) and within this story that the person in this story presented, it make it seem like a situation where me the reader is in a position to play the prince charming or knight in shinning armor protecting the beautiful princess (once again score.)
What this further reminded me is Psychologist Philip C MacGraw's concept of fix believe, which is that sometime when a person believe or want to believe in something badly enough, they will refuse anything that contradict their believe, just to be able to continue to believe in what they want to believe in and they would also look for example and construct opinion that can be use in favor of this idea. Fix believe usually come into existence due to some form of reason e.g. want to be the knight in shinng armor protecting a madem in destress in a fairytale.
It also kind of reminded me of how western conservative ideology frequently believe for the west to be a male and the none west to be a female, considering the fact the girl in the photo is black, not white. It so play into the stereotype and its believe that a real woman is suppose to be a weak, helpless and innocent victim and those who are not like that are not real woman and a real woman is trust worthy and somebody who is not a real woman is not trust worthy. (At this stage, I am so glad I didn't grow up in a western family, especially not a western conservative family or I might just be conned my ass off.)
I don't know about you, but I think this person ahs done his/her homework and honestly, I think sooner or later, he/she is going to meet a conservative old man that is going to get con. I am just glad that isn't me.
But I have to say this girl...opps sorry...I mean this/these person/people (can either be a man or a woman) really know how to get to you.
Cheers
PS: Due to legal reason, if I am wrong about this been a scam. Then I apologise for what I say within this post right now. I am sorry.
Also, due to legal reason, if this person is been 100% honest, then I apologise for what I say within this post right now. I am sorry.
I recieved this romantic sort Email a little while ago from some god know what wierd person. I can now be 100% certain it must be a scam of some sort.
This is the original Email this person send me.
Hello Dear, My name is Fatima, i am a beautiful and romantic young girl i was impressed when i saw your profile on and will like to establish a long lasting relationship with you. In addition,i will like you to reply me. This is because i don't know the possibilities of remaining in forum for a long time. please If you are interested in knowing more about me, and for me to send you some pictures of mine, Thanks waiting to hear from you . With all my love, Miss Fatima You can send me an email ok; missfatimamk13@yahoo.de
The only thing that was going through my head was "What the hell?" This is especially considering the fact, I "DIDN'T JOIN ANY DATING SITE" So, I send an email back saying
I am not the comittment type
PS: What profile? I didn't join any dating site
Then this person send me this Email and two photos as attachment with it
Hello Dearest,
Thanks for your mail, i really appreciate it so much.
I am excited to hear from you, you are such a nice person, i always dream to meet some one like you, as for that reason i will never hide anything from you.I am alright only that life has not been easy for me, more over my name is Miss Fatima Dim Deng, i am from Sudan by Nationality, my late parents are Dr. and Mrs Dominic Dim Deng. My father Dr.Dominic Dim Deng was the South Sudan Affairs and defense minister.
My parents were among with other 19 military officials have been killed as result of a plane crash between Wau and Juba,Sudan in Friday, May 2, 2008, After the burial of my late parents life becomes so difficult for me as the only child to my parents, my uncle conspired and sold my father's properties to a Chinese Expatriate, left nothing for me to survive with, explaining to me that as tradition demand, as a female issue i don't have any right to my father's properties, i tried to stand up for my right which he treating to kill me, that is the reason i find my way and run away from my country, i am residing in Senegal under the International federation of Red Cross Society. although life is not easy here.
i forgot to tell you my age in my last mail, i am 24 years old, am student of Accounting in the university before the incident, but i could not finish up my education, i was in 2rd year, i want to become an economics as profession.
We have the general over sea in the camp, he takes care of our welfare in the camp here, he is Pastor of (The Light of God Gospel Mission) here in the Dakar, his name is Reverend EJION, it was through his help that i could be able to contact you with his computer, he has a computer in his office that was were i used to send you mails. In case you want to call me, you can call me through his phone number, tell him that you want to speak with me, he will send for me at the Hostel to come and answer your call, he is such a nice man, always good to people, this is his phone number: 00221776715216 OR 00221766679838
There is some thing i want us to talk about, i know that is very difficult to get some one that is honest and sincere, this issue i am telling you is some thing i will not like you to review to any body, i am telling you this due to the trust i have seen in you, i feel your honest and understanding person, when my parents were alive they never hide anything from me as the only child.
After the death of my parent i was able to get my late father's Deposit Certificate were he Deposited his money, my uncle later got to know about it, that was his reason he was threatening me so that he could be able to claim the money. It contains £2.8 million British pounds (two Million eight Hundred Thousand pounds). and as the only child i am the next of kin, i am giving you all this information due to the trust I have deposed on you. When escaping out of my country i also took along with me my late father's Deposit Certificate too.
Here you can find out about my father death;
http://www.sudantribune.com/spip.php?article26975
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/7380412.stm
at this moment i want to come out of this camp to live my normal life as a woman, i want you to help me so that i could be able to get this money, i have already contacted the bank and i found out and i was also informed by the bank that my father have an agreement with the bank that the money should be release to me when i get matured or as the case may be with an appointed trustee who could stand on my behalf to help me get the money.
I have kept this as a secret, even Reverend EJION does not know about it, but i will tell him as soon as you promise to help me out and i also want you to keep it to yourself too.
i want to go back to the hostel in few minutes from now we are going to have our three hours prayers, i will give you the information's of the bank in my next mail, once again thank you and God bless,waiting to hear from you soon.
and send me this two photos of this very hot girl, which this person claim to be him/herself
Now, I don't know about you. But this definitly seem like a scam to me.'
(Although the girl in that photo is kind of hot. Maybe it is the photo of a model taken off some magazine. )
The second Email this person sent me frequently reminded me of the studying of male sexual desire and how fairy tale frequently reflect it, which is why in stories such as Snow White and Sleeping Beauty the victim is always a weak, helpless and innocent victim and is 100% knock out hot. Well, this story reminded me of it completly. This person presented photos of a hot girl, (Score on the knock out hot part) protray him/her self as a weak, helpless and innocent victim (socre again on that part) and protray him/herself as the daughter of a high ranking official (score on that part again) and within this story that the person in this story presented, it make it seem like a situation where me the reader is in a position to play the prince charming or knight in shinning armor protecting the beautiful princess (once again score.)
What this further reminded me is Psychologist Philip C MacGraw's concept of fix believe, which is that sometime when a person believe or want to believe in something badly enough, they will refuse anything that contradict their believe, just to be able to continue to believe in what they want to believe in and they would also look for example and construct opinion that can be use in favor of this idea. Fix believe usually come into existence due to some form of reason e.g. want to be the knight in shinng armor protecting a madem in destress in a fairytale.
It also kind of reminded me of how western conservative ideology frequently believe for the west to be a male and the none west to be a female, considering the fact the girl in the photo is black, not white. It so play into the stereotype and its believe that a real woman is suppose to be a weak, helpless and innocent victim and those who are not like that are not real woman and a real woman is trust worthy and somebody who is not a real woman is not trust worthy. (At this stage, I am so glad I didn't grow up in a western family, especially not a western conservative family or I might just be conned my ass off.)
I don't know about you, but I think this person ahs done his/her homework and honestly, I think sooner or later, he/she is going to meet a conservative old man that is going to get con. I am just glad that isn't me.
But I have to say this girl...opps sorry...I mean this/these person/people (can either be a man or a woman) really know how to get to you.
Cheers
PS: Due to legal reason, if I am wrong about this been a scam. Then I apologise for what I say within this post right now. I am sorry.
Also, due to legal reason, if this person is been 100% honest, then I apologise for what I say within this post right now. I am sorry.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Monday, November 22, 2010
Happy New Year!!! New Year’s Eve 31st December 2008
I noticed a hot girl sitting on a table across me. I thought its fun trying to picking her up, to kill time, while waiting for Jackie, but I couldn’t think of any good pick up line and dismissed the idea.
Jackie and I were planning to go watch New Year fire work in the city tonight, Jackie is late he told me via a text message, I ended up waiting for him in front of Central Train Station’s Hungry Jack.
Jackie finally arrived. “Sorry, man.” He said he wore a black T shirt.
“Hey man, what’s up.” I said
“So, you bring any girls?” Jackie asked.
“Na, man” I said
“What about you, where’s your girl friend?” I continued
“She’s back in China for New Year.” Jackie said. Jackie and his girl friend are Chinese oversea students, they met in Australia.
“Hey, I called two friends of mine to join us, hope you’re OK with it.” Jackie said
“Sure” I said
I never understand why Jackie always say he is lonely, every time we hang out, he managed to bring along more people, most of the time, people I don’t even know and different people just about every time.
It took us a while, to find Jackie’s friends David and Paul, in front of a Central Station’s entrance/exit, near a male toilet. David and Paul are Koreans, they wore white T shirts. Paul wears glasses.
We had to get to Darling Harbor, where the firework is, but all trains to nearby stations stopped, due to over crowding, so we walked.
I am not sure when, but I think by the time we got to Town Hall, the cops had the road sealed off from the cars, for pedestrians.
The government organized celebrations only exist in Darling Harbor, but the party has extended beyond it and we found ourselves within the party, still miles away. There were lots of people in the city that night and a lot were walking, towards Darling Harbor, most in their late teens or twenties. Every time, I saw a group of girls that’s worth picking up and wanted Paul to be my partner, he chicken out, so I have to chicken out too.
“Come on man.” I said, after the third time Paul chickened out.
“You are just here to pick up chicks aren’t you?” Jackie joked
“It’s just a bit of fun, New Year.” I said
“I’ll be your partner.” David said
“Yeah, David is out going.” Jackie replied
After a while, we saw a girl, standing on the sidewalk, checking her mobile.
“That one looks good. You want to go pick her up.?” I said
“Ok,” David said
“Ok, let’s go.” I said
“You serious?” David asked
“Yeah, of course, let’s go.” I said
David and I pretended to be tourist, asking random people for direction and that girl with the mobile is that random person.
David and I walked towards the girl acting confidently, Jackie who can’t join us because he has a girl friend and Paul who chickened out again, waited behind a convenient store.
“Hey, can you tell us the way to Darling Harbor, buddy?” we said, the girl probably didn’t hear us and didn’t respond.
So, David and I kept walking, until we reached a distance bit away from the girl.
“No response!” We burst into laughter.
I guess the girl didn’t have a clue what was going on, she was still looking at her phone listening to her walkman. David and I walked back towards Jackie and Paul.
“What happened?” Jackie asked.
“No response” we laughed. We started walking towards Darling Harbor again.
The crowd become thicker and thicker, a second of carelessness and you will be lost from your mates, the street was all lighted up, every once in a while, you hear people yelling “Happy New Year” or coming up to you, wishing you a happy new year, we always replied positively.
The local bars, Seven Eleven and MacDonald were jam packed with people. The streets were full of people celebrating, there were a happy atmosphere all over the city and just about everybody were having a good time.
“I lost everybody.” I heard a girl said
“Where the hell are Paul and Jackie man.” I asked David, when we finally lost them.
“I don’t know.” David replied, we started looking for Jackie and Paul, we couldn’t fin them and decided to keep looking for them and use the chance to pick up girls.
“What about that one.” David said there was a red head girl, wearing an orange jumpsuit checking her camera, standing a bit away from us.
“Look cute.” I said
We decided that I will tell her that David wanted to take a picture with her for New Year good luck and see how we goes from there, but by the time David and I completed our strategy discussion, the girl already finished checking her camera and was starting to walk towards another direction.
“Man, where is she going.” David said
I started laughing, then David started laughing too, we dismissed the idea of picking up that girl.
“How are you my horny friends?” Jackie and Paul walked up from behind us, a few minutes later.
“Where the hell was you guys?” I asked
I can’t remember Jackie’s reply. We started waling towards Darling Harbor again.
By the time we reached Darling Harbor, it was sealed off, due to over crowding.
We choose a spot, with a good view of midnight’s firework and sat down, along with hundred and thousands of people, who didn’t get into the harbor. After a little while, we decided it’s still early and went to a bar nearby.
The bar was jammed packed with people and it was so noisy, I can barely hear myself think. The bar owner putted plenty of chairs and tables on the sidewalk and a lot of people choose to enjoy their drink outdoor. The sidewalk was jammed packed.
I saw a hot dog stand nearby, considering Jackie was buying everybody beers, I decided to get everybody hot dogs. I thought the hot dogs would be at most, two dollars and fifty cent each, but it was five dollars each!!! “What a rip of!!!” I thought
We started chatting amount ourselves and enjoy the occasion’s atmosphere. There was a group of young people walking down the main road, yelling on the top of their lungs “Happy New Year. We love you all!!!” as they walked along
Nobody is sure who they are, but everybody yelled, happy new year in return.
There were a few couples, making out in public, without revealing any part of their body, other then their heads.
By the time it was Eleven o’clock, we decided to find a sweet spot to watch the midnight firework. It took us, half an hour to find a spot. There were twice as much people sitting there.
“Hey, isn’t she that girl we wanted to pick up earlier today?” I said to David, pointing to a girl wearing orange jumpsuit, she was with another black hair girl wearing the same cloth. They were taking people’s photos, with permission.
“Yeah, I think she is taking photos of people.” David said
“I’ll go ask her, when she come by.” I said she was still taking photos of another group of people.
Once she finished, she and her friend started jogging up the road, towards the direction we were in. I ran over.
“Hey, are you guys taking photos of people.” I asked
“Yeah, would you guys like one.” The girls smiled
“Sure.” I said
The girls ran a few steps to where, Jackie, David, Paul and I were sitting.
The four of us scrammed together, Jackie was on the left, I was on central left, David was on the central right and Paul was on the right.
“Say cheese.” The black head girl said. She snapped the picture.
“Ok, now you join in.” we said, the red head girl jumped into the frame between Jackie and me
The black hair girl took two photos.
“Ok, now its, my turn.” The black hair girl said, hanging the camera to her friend and jumped into the frame.
The red hair girl took a photo with only the four of us guys and one with her friend amount us.
Then we returned to our sweet spot, to wait for the firework and the girls left to take more photos.
It was twelve o’clock and the firework is about to begin.
“10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Happy New Year!” The crowd yelled.
The firework began, there’s a big difference between watching it on TV, then been here. On TV, you are watching from a remote location, but here, it’s all around us. It’s a beautiful piece of art work.
The firework eventually ended, I wish it lasted longer. The army of people that swamped into the city all night is now, heading back to their shelters.
Standing in front of a local bar’s window, a DJ kept the part going, mixing music for the public. A lot of people stopped to watch, every once in a while, the DH threw flying kisses into her audience. She is hot. I guess she is in her early twenties.
We reached Town Hall and parted with Paul, who lives in the city.
Jackie, David and I walked into the train station. We’re on different platforms. We said goodbyes and split up.
“Enjoy life when you still can, tomorrow, you will be facing all the shit life throws at you in 2009.” I thought
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Short Story: Ezzy, Philip & Butch
Ezzy: Why do you have to hit him!
Philip: Oh, so all in a sudden I am the bad guy? He is the one that attacked me, thank you very much and along with his two giant gangster friends over there.
Ezzy: Look at him. He is on the ground. He is hurt.
Philip: He had a knife! A butcher knife, what am I suppose to do about it? The other one had a chain saw and the third one have the size of a fist that can kill a man with one punch. What am I suppose to do? It is either they or I?
Ezzy: He is just joking.
Philip: Oh, yeah. He is just joking, all right? Do you think somebody that was just joking would have smash an entire fence with a chain saw? By the way he was aiming at me. I just managed to move quickly enough not to get chop. Do you think I…
Ezzy: Look at him his hurt!
Philip: He is not hurt OK? I did a spin kick that knock off all three of them down in one go. It won’t kill them. He is not even been injure for Christ sack! He is just lying there acting like a crybaby. God! He doesn’t even have what it takes to run off screaming, like his two friend over there.
Butch: It…
Philip: SHUT UP!!!
Ezzy: Don’t shout at him that way!
Philip: Oh, what, now all in the sudden I am the bad guy? Hey, I am not the one that asked my self to come and pick you up from the hospital, thank you very much. No, I didn’t. In fact, I was having a very good time eating breakfast and watching cartoon at home, thank you very much. Then I received a phone call from you to ask me to pick you up from the hospital and the next thing I know, I ended up in this jack shit!!!
Ezzy: You didn’t have to come.
Philip: So you should be grateful that I did!
Ezzy: I could have asked somebody else!
Philip: You know what? You are right, it is none of my business and in fact I cannot be bothered to care any more. You know what? In fact the next time, you have your god dame gangster boy friend bashing you up, don’t come running to me and start crying. The next time, he bashed you up and you ended up in hospital don’t ask me to pick you up, from the hospital. The next time he is going around having sex with other woman in your bedroom, with you around, don’t come running to me crying your head off. To be hones, I am getting pretty sick and tire of it. It is like talking to brick wall and if that is the way you want it then so be it. Don’t talk to me, don’t!
Butch: Hey what I do with my woman is none of you’re…
Philip: SHUT UP!!! YOU WANT ME TO BASH YOU UP FOR REAL IS IT!!!? BECAUSE, I AM REALLY IN THE MOOD OF IT, RIGHT NOW. SO DON’T TRY TO PISS ME OFF EVEN MORE.
Butch: No, sir, no…
Ezzy: Stop terrifying him.
Philip: Oh, so all in a sudden I am the bad guy, ha? That is it, isn’t it? I am the bad guy and he is the good guy. Well, if he is such a lovely person, then why do you have to annoy me, with your pathetic personal life, Ha, Ha, Tell me, HA? Go back to him and live you little fairy tale life style would you? Please, I beg you, because I am really getting sick and tire of all your personal issues. I repeat “sick and tire of it” So stop bothering me with your personal issues, I have been listening to this shit for three years and this is what I get in return. You know what, I am the bad guy. Great, this is just great. Tell you what, don’t ever talk to me, don’t ever look at me, in fact you know what? I do not ever want to see your face again. You hear that? “Never again”
Ezzy: He is a…well…I mean…
Philip: What, get to the point would you? Yeah, I heard it all before, “You love him and you can not leave him” yeah I heard it about a million times already. You cannot leave him despise the fact he physically and emotionally abuse you on a daily basis. I heard it all before. God dame it! I don’t know what is the problem with you? What the hell happened to that Ezzy we once know? I mean hello? Are you still alive inside and what the fuck are you doing with the little punk any way?
Ezzy: He makes me feel special.
Philip: Yeah, I heard this entire deal before. He makes you fell special. He told you “You are beautiful”. He said he cares about you. Well, if that little punk really gives a dame about you, he is surly doing one a hell of a good job showing it. I mean how many times, have you asked me to pick you up from the hospital this month, three times? What about last month, four times or maybe five?
Ezzy: Can you at least not be so loud? I don’t want the entire world know about me personal life.
Philip: And maybe it is time they do, why won’t you tell any body else about this jack shit, apart from me anyway? Do you parents know about this?
Ezzy: Please, Philip, you cannot tell them about it. Please.
Philip: Why not?
Ezzy: They might want me to leave him.
Philip: As if it is such a bad thing. Have you told any other of your friends about it? What about your best mate, April?
Ezzy: Can we just forget about this, please? Today is my birthday.
Philip: No, we cannot forget about it Ezzy, not today, not tomorrow, Ok? We are going to sort this out once and for all, right here, right now, because I am having more then enough of this shit, to last for more then one life time. Maybe it is time for you to start telling some of your other friends, about what is going on apart from me.
Ezzy: I told you about it, because I trust you.
Philip: And maybe, it is the problem. It is time to start letting other people know about it. Have you see that shrink, I told you to go and see?
Butch: You are not going to go and see that…
Philip: SHUT UP, YOU LITTLE PUNK. OR, I’LL KNOCK THE SHIT, OUT OF YOU. YOU HEAR THAT?
Butch: Why you…ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch. I am sorry. I am sorry, please, let me go. Please, please, ouch, ouch.
Philip: You try to bash me up again and you will know, who is going to get bash up for real, do you understand?
Butch: yes, sir, I am sorry sir, I am sorry.
Philip: And give me that thing, what are you doing with that fruit knife anyway, ha? Trying to kill me with it, are you? I’ll hold on to that from now onwards, thank you very much.
Ezzy: Stop calling him a little punk.
Philip: Or what else do you want me to call him, the word little punk still over value him.
Ezzy: Stop calling him that.
Philip: Oh, you got a lot of guts do you? If you got so many guts, then why don’t you tell him what you are thinking? Why don’t you tell him, what you have told me? Why do you put up with every single shit he throws at you, ha?
Ezzy: I tried, but he gets angry.
Philip: So what, then dump him.
Ezzy: I can’t it is hard.
Philip: My god you are hopeless, so you are going to put up with any sort of shit that guy throws at you? Just in reminder, he is going to merry somebody else and keeps on seen you. Oh yes, I almost forgot. You have agreed to that, as well.
Ezzy: I don’t know how to leave him.
Philip: God, you are hopeless. You do know, once that happened, you are going to be lower grade from girl friend to mistress, right?
Ezzy: No, I won’t. I was there first
Philip: Look. I am going to give you this phone number. It is a psychological help line. They specialize in girls with problems like yours. Give them a call Ok? But up until then I am not going to be bother talking to you again, because personally I don’t see the point in talking to you any more. It is more like talking to a fucket brick wall. I can’t really be bothered to give a dame anymore. You hurt me deep Ezzy. I have been there for you for the past three years, despite the fact I didn't really want to have anything to do with it and today this is what I got in return. I am made into the bad guy. Despite the fact, that jerk you are going out with, tried to chop me into pieces and just in reminder, he just bump into us, because he have been spending the night screwing with some slut in the city.
Ezzy: I cannot help the way I feel.
Philip: Go and get some help. They will help you to work things out, but up until then, I am not going to be bothered talking to you again.
Ezzy: OK
Philip: You got any money?
Ezzy: No
Philip: Here is three dollars, catch a train home if you are afraid that little punk of yours is going to bash you up in the car. Good by. Anyway, my girlfriend is on the phone. I am getting the hell out of here
Philip: Oh, so all in a sudden I am the bad guy? He is the one that attacked me, thank you very much and along with his two giant gangster friends over there.
Ezzy: Look at him. He is on the ground. He is hurt.
Philip: He had a knife! A butcher knife, what am I suppose to do about it? The other one had a chain saw and the third one have the size of a fist that can kill a man with one punch. What am I suppose to do? It is either they or I?
Ezzy: He is just joking.
Philip: Oh, yeah. He is just joking, all right? Do you think somebody that was just joking would have smash an entire fence with a chain saw? By the way he was aiming at me. I just managed to move quickly enough not to get chop. Do you think I…
Ezzy: Look at him his hurt!
Philip: He is not hurt OK? I did a spin kick that knock off all three of them down in one go. It won’t kill them. He is not even been injure for Christ sack! He is just lying there acting like a crybaby. God! He doesn’t even have what it takes to run off screaming, like his two friend over there.
Butch: It…
Philip: SHUT UP!!!
Ezzy: Don’t shout at him that way!
Philip: Oh, what, now all in the sudden I am the bad guy? Hey, I am not the one that asked my self to come and pick you up from the hospital, thank you very much. No, I didn’t. In fact, I was having a very good time eating breakfast and watching cartoon at home, thank you very much. Then I received a phone call from you to ask me to pick you up from the hospital and the next thing I know, I ended up in this jack shit!!!
Ezzy: You didn’t have to come.
Philip: So you should be grateful that I did!
Ezzy: I could have asked somebody else!
Philip: You know what? You are right, it is none of my business and in fact I cannot be bothered to care any more. You know what? In fact the next time, you have your god dame gangster boy friend bashing you up, don’t come running to me and start crying. The next time, he bashed you up and you ended up in hospital don’t ask me to pick you up, from the hospital. The next time he is going around having sex with other woman in your bedroom, with you around, don’t come running to me crying your head off. To be hones, I am getting pretty sick and tire of it. It is like talking to brick wall and if that is the way you want it then so be it. Don’t talk to me, don’t!
Butch: Hey what I do with my woman is none of you’re…
Philip: SHUT UP!!! YOU WANT ME TO BASH YOU UP FOR REAL IS IT!!!? BECAUSE, I AM REALLY IN THE MOOD OF IT, RIGHT NOW. SO DON’T TRY TO PISS ME OFF EVEN MORE.
Butch: No, sir, no…
Ezzy: Stop terrifying him.
Philip: Oh, so all in a sudden I am the bad guy, ha? That is it, isn’t it? I am the bad guy and he is the good guy. Well, if he is such a lovely person, then why do you have to annoy me, with your pathetic personal life, Ha, Ha, Tell me, HA? Go back to him and live you little fairy tale life style would you? Please, I beg you, because I am really getting sick and tire of all your personal issues. I repeat “sick and tire of it” So stop bothering me with your personal issues, I have been listening to this shit for three years and this is what I get in return. You know what, I am the bad guy. Great, this is just great. Tell you what, don’t ever talk to me, don’t ever look at me, in fact you know what? I do not ever want to see your face again. You hear that? “Never again”
Ezzy: He is a…well…I mean…
Philip: What, get to the point would you? Yeah, I heard it all before, “You love him and you can not leave him” yeah I heard it about a million times already. You cannot leave him despise the fact he physically and emotionally abuse you on a daily basis. I heard it all before. God dame it! I don’t know what is the problem with you? What the hell happened to that Ezzy we once know? I mean hello? Are you still alive inside and what the fuck are you doing with the little punk any way?
Ezzy: He makes me feel special.
Philip: Yeah, I heard this entire deal before. He makes you fell special. He told you “You are beautiful”. He said he cares about you. Well, if that little punk really gives a dame about you, he is surly doing one a hell of a good job showing it. I mean how many times, have you asked me to pick you up from the hospital this month, three times? What about last month, four times or maybe five?
Ezzy: Can you at least not be so loud? I don’t want the entire world know about me personal life.
Philip: And maybe it is time they do, why won’t you tell any body else about this jack shit, apart from me anyway? Do you parents know about this?
Ezzy: Please, Philip, you cannot tell them about it. Please.
Philip: Why not?
Ezzy: They might want me to leave him.
Philip: As if it is such a bad thing. Have you told any other of your friends about it? What about your best mate, April?
Ezzy: Can we just forget about this, please? Today is my birthday.
Philip: No, we cannot forget about it Ezzy, not today, not tomorrow, Ok? We are going to sort this out once and for all, right here, right now, because I am having more then enough of this shit, to last for more then one life time. Maybe it is time for you to start telling some of your other friends, about what is going on apart from me.
Ezzy: I told you about it, because I trust you.
Philip: And maybe, it is the problem. It is time to start letting other people know about it. Have you see that shrink, I told you to go and see?
Butch: You are not going to go and see that…
Philip: SHUT UP, YOU LITTLE PUNK. OR, I’LL KNOCK THE SHIT, OUT OF YOU. YOU HEAR THAT?
Butch: Why you…ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch. I am sorry. I am sorry, please, let me go. Please, please, ouch, ouch.
Philip: You try to bash me up again and you will know, who is going to get bash up for real, do you understand?
Butch: yes, sir, I am sorry sir, I am sorry.
Philip: And give me that thing, what are you doing with that fruit knife anyway, ha? Trying to kill me with it, are you? I’ll hold on to that from now onwards, thank you very much.
Ezzy: Stop calling him a little punk.
Philip: Or what else do you want me to call him, the word little punk still over value him.
Ezzy: Stop calling him that.
Philip: Oh, you got a lot of guts do you? If you got so many guts, then why don’t you tell him what you are thinking? Why don’t you tell him, what you have told me? Why do you put up with every single shit he throws at you, ha?
Ezzy: I tried, but he gets angry.
Philip: So what, then dump him.
Ezzy: I can’t it is hard.
Philip: My god you are hopeless, so you are going to put up with any sort of shit that guy throws at you? Just in reminder, he is going to merry somebody else and keeps on seen you. Oh yes, I almost forgot. You have agreed to that, as well.
Ezzy: I don’t know how to leave him.
Philip: God, you are hopeless. You do know, once that happened, you are going to be lower grade from girl friend to mistress, right?
Ezzy: No, I won’t. I was there first
Philip: Look. I am going to give you this phone number. It is a psychological help line. They specialize in girls with problems like yours. Give them a call Ok? But up until then I am not going to be bother talking to you again, because personally I don’t see the point in talking to you any more. It is more like talking to a fucket brick wall. I can’t really be bothered to give a dame anymore. You hurt me deep Ezzy. I have been there for you for the past three years, despite the fact I didn't really want to have anything to do with it and today this is what I got in return. I am made into the bad guy. Despite the fact, that jerk you are going out with, tried to chop me into pieces and just in reminder, he just bump into us, because he have been spending the night screwing with some slut in the city.
Ezzy: I cannot help the way I feel.
Philip: Go and get some help. They will help you to work things out, but up until then, I am not going to be bothered talking to you again.
Ezzy: OK
Philip: You got any money?
Ezzy: No
Philip: Here is three dollars, catch a train home if you are afraid that little punk of yours is going to bash you up in the car. Good by. Anyway, my girlfriend is on the phone. I am getting the hell out of here
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