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Cabarete Diaries, part 2
Frank,
Although, I think you are a heathen who will burn in hell for eternity unless you get saved, I still like you and wouldn't kick you off any web site. Even though I am a man of faith I do not surround myself with like minded people. Any negative information I have about you came directly from you but I never judge you. I don't need or seek validation for my faith and will answer any question head on. If you have no children (or not at least 5 or 6 from 4 or 5 different women I don't believe that you have any Dominican blood)
Finally, any discussion in any muslim nation and I would be put in front of you in line to be tortured and killed.
take care my friend and GOD BLESS!
May I please--as a professional editor--once again PLEAD with posters ( I am not a mod, so I may be out of line)-- it is not necesary to quote an entire post when you want to respond. Please have mercy; have sechel, be smart. Cut and paste the cogent sentence.
My eyes hurt.
My eyes hurt.
Chapter 324 (Sports & Athletes)
My college girlfriend, Erika, swam for Ohio State. She won Athlete of the Year at Ohio State and had her life-size portrait hung up in St. John Arena (they have since built a new arena). Each year, OSU gives out an Athlete of the Year Award to one male and one female athlete.
Erika was a swimmer. She won several Big Ten competitions, she made the Pan-Am games. She won lots of awards. She graduated with a 3.9GPA with two degrees. She was a fascinating person to be around because she was so smart. She was also the Valedictorian of her high School.
Erika came from Crawfordsville, Indiana. Both her and her brother, Jason, swam for Ohio State on scholarship athlete awards. Like a lot of swimmers, they began swimming and competing when they were only 6 or 7 yrs old. They were going to swim meets at around 7 or 8 yrs of age.
One day, i was over at their house on campus. Nearly all swimmers lived together in one huge house on campus. The men lived in one house. The females live in another. Their day begins at 6am. They swim for 2.5 hours in the morning—6am to 8:30am, and then again from 5pm to 7pm. They go to classes in-between training. When they are not swimming, they are eating. When they are not eating, they are studying. When they are not eating & studying, they are sleeping. When they are not sleeping, they are drinking and partying. That's basically college life in a nutshell.
Six days a week, they are exercising for 4.5 to 5 hours a day. This is true for all Division A college athletes. It would be the same if you played football, basketball, gymnastics, wrestled, etc.
People don't realize the amount of hard work, toil, and sweat athletes put into their sport every day. To get good at any sport, you basically have to be dedicating 4 to 5 hours a day, 6 days a week. The amount of calories you are burning in that 4 to 5 hour work day is enormous. Therefore, they must eat an enormous amount of food. And they do. They consume food every chance they get. It’s a non-stop eating frenzy. It’s scary to witness.
Erika and I were the same height and build. We exchanged clothes with each other freely. She was 5'11, around 150lbs, in excellent shape. At the time we dated, I was 5'11, 175lbs, and in pretty good shape...or so I thought. One day, after she had already graduated and had not swam in over 6 months, I challenged her to a 50 meter race. I had very little experience in swimming, but what I lacked in experience, I made up in stupidity. I had been swimming for around 3 months by this time because I mistakenly thought I was going to compete in triathlons.
I chose the 50 meter length for our race, thinking, because her cardio vascular was so superior to mine, it would be better to challenge her to something short and fast, rather something long and drawn out where I would most certainly projectile vomit.
We dove into the water and began our race. I was pounding the water like I was making pizza dough. I was giving it everything I had. I was flying! in a 50 meter race, you only need to come up for air 4 or 5 times. I was making pretty excellent time. I was truly flying. I was slightly past the halfway point (25 meters) when I came up for air and just barely caught a glimpse of Erika getting out of far end of the pool. She was finished. She had won. She could have gone to the bathroom and back and I still would not be finished. She could have finished a cappuccino and taken a nap, and I would still be pounding the water.
Ok, not to be discouraged, because, let’s face it, stupidity knows no boundaries, I challenged her to a bicycle race. At the time, I did not own a car. I biked everywhere. I was averaging around 15 miles a day in biking because I was also working as a bartender at a restaurant across town called "Spagio." It was in Grandview, Ohio. I lived on campus. Physically, I was in great shape--probably the best shape of my life. Because I am such a speed freak and idiot, I raced to work (about 7 miles one way) every day. I always tried beating my last best time. I flew everywhere. I only have two speeds: insanely fast and fast asleep. My sex life is the same way. When I go, I go as fast as I can. I don't know any other speed. Never have.
I challenged Erika to a bike race. At the time, we often took these really long bike rides along the Scioto or Olentangy River all the way up North High Street to whatever town is the next town (Clintonville?). Erika often stayed directly behind me, drafting off of me, allowing me to dictate the speed. The speed was--as you can image--as fast as my legs could move. She always stayed directly behind me and dragged off me, conserving energy as I fought the wind in front of us. I was never able to lose her. So, one day. Over confident, I challenged her to a race. We took off, me in front, leading the race. We were moving at my normal insane speeds, taking corners extremely fast, nearly running over small children and baby strollers. Erika could keep up with me with no problem. I knew that already. I had seen it time and time again. She made it look effortless. The problem is that I can only maintain these high speeds for 10 or 15 minutes. She can maintain them indefinitely. Remember, we are peddling a 24 speed bike at its highest gear, in the lowest cog. You cannot make the bike go faster than that. I can only maintain this for 10 or 15 minutes (depending on the wind direction and the amount of caffeine in my system), she can maintain it indefinitely. So, again I lost. I lost big time.
Ok, let's try the gym and weights. One day, at the gym, 6 months after Erika has graduated and not exercised at all...not even one single day, I challenge her to a triceps exercise. Because I'm a man, I can beat her in things like push-ups. pull-ups, lying, etc. But with triceps--where we are basically pulling down a rope attached to a cable with weights on the end--I thought I could certainly beat her. Wrong again. Erika can do the same weight indefinitely. She could have stood there and done it all day long while she ate 10 Arby roast beef sandwiches (her favorite). I got muscle fatigue after a few minutes. I got lactic acid build up. Her muscles were used to doing repetition’s for long periods at a time. Mine weren't.
I learned an important lesson there. With college athletes, you are basically dealing with super human strength. It would be the same with any college athletes--football, basketball, wrestler, gymnast, soccer player, etc. you are dealing with people who are exercising intensely for 4 to 5 hours a day, 6 days a week. They only have one day off. They have been doing their specialty exercise their entire lives, with no summer breaks. Their cardio vascular system of these athletes is far, far superior than the average Joe. Their muscle fatigue is far superior. Everything about their strength and endurance is far superior.
Erika is now a doctor in downtown Indianapolis. Like all smart people, she called me up one day in Norway and said, “You know, Frank, I was thinking…I think I want to go to Medical school and become a doctor.” She said it as if someone was thinking about driving across town and going to McDonald’s for a Big Mac. She had never taken a medical class in her life. She had two degrees from Ohio State—Business & Finance, but had nothing in the area of even a science class. Seven years later, she was a doctor. Now she is married to another doctor.
Smart people know no boundaries.
My college girlfriend, Erika, swam for Ohio State. She won Athlete of the Year at Ohio State and had her life-size portrait hung up in St. John Arena (they have since built a new arena). Each year, OSU gives out an Athlete of the Year Award to one male and one female athlete.
Erika was a swimmer. She won several Big Ten competitions, she made the Pan-Am games. She won lots of awards. She graduated with a 3.9GPA with two degrees. She was a fascinating person to be around because she was so smart. She was also the Valedictorian of her high School.
Erika came from Crawfordsville, Indiana. Both her and her brother, Jason, swam for Ohio State on scholarship athlete awards. Like a lot of swimmers, they began swimming and competing when they were only 6 or 7 yrs old. They were going to swim meets at around 7 or 8 yrs of age.
One day, i was over at their house on campus. Nearly all swimmers lived together in one huge house on campus. The men lived in one house. The females live in another. Their day begins at 6am. They swim for 2.5 hours in the morning—6am to 8:30am, and then again from 5pm to 7pm. They go to classes in-between training. When they are not swimming, they are eating. When they are not eating, they are studying. When they are not eating & studying, they are sleeping. When they are not sleeping, they are drinking and partying. That's basically college life in a nutshell.
Six days a week, they are exercising for 4.5 to 5 hours a day. This is true for all Division A college athletes. It would be the same if you played football, basketball, gymnastics, wrestled, etc.
People don't realize the amount of hard work, toil, and sweat athletes put into their sport every day. To get good at any sport, you basically have to be dedicating 4 to 5 hours a day, 6 days a week. The amount of calories you are burning in that 4 to 5 hour work day is enormous. Therefore, they must eat an enormous amount of food. And they do. They consume food every chance they get. It’s a non-stop eating frenzy. It’s scary to witness.
Erika and I were the same height and build. We exchanged clothes with each other freely. She was 5'11, around 150lbs, in excellent shape. At the time we dated, I was 5'11, 175lbs, and in pretty good shape...or so I thought. One day, after she had already graduated and had not swam in over 6 months, I challenged her to a 50 meter race. I had very little experience in swimming, but what I lacked in experience, I made up in stupidity. I had been swimming for around 3 months by this time because I mistakenly thought I was going to compete in triathlons.
I chose the 50 meter length for our race, thinking, because her cardio vascular was so superior to mine, it would be better to challenge her to something short and fast, rather something long and drawn out where I would most certainly projectile vomit.
We dove into the water and began our race. I was pounding the water like I was making pizza dough. I was giving it everything I had. I was flying! in a 50 meter race, you only need to come up for air 4 or 5 times. I was making pretty excellent time. I was truly flying. I was slightly past the halfway point (25 meters) when I came up for air and just barely caught a glimpse of Erika getting out of far end of the pool. She was finished. She had won. She could have gone to the bathroom and back and I still would not be finished. She could have finished a cappuccino and taken a nap, and I would still be pounding the water.
Ok, not to be discouraged, because, let’s face it, stupidity knows no boundaries, I challenged her to a bicycle race. At the time, I did not own a car. I biked everywhere. I was averaging around 15 miles a day in biking because I was also working as a bartender at a restaurant across town called "Spagio." It was in Grandview, Ohio. I lived on campus. Physically, I was in great shape--probably the best shape of my life. Because I am such a speed freak and idiot, I raced to work (about 7 miles one way) every day. I always tried beating my last best time. I flew everywhere. I only have two speeds: insanely fast and fast asleep. My sex life is the same way. When I go, I go as fast as I can. I don't know any other speed. Never have.
I challenged Erika to a bike race. At the time, we often took these really long bike rides along the Scioto or Olentangy River all the way up North High Street to whatever town is the next town (Clintonville?). Erika often stayed directly behind me, drafting off of me, allowing me to dictate the speed. The speed was--as you can image--as fast as my legs could move. She always stayed directly behind me and dragged off me, conserving energy as I fought the wind in front of us. I was never able to lose her. So, one day. Over confident, I challenged her to a race. We took off, me in front, leading the race. We were moving at my normal insane speeds, taking corners extremely fast, nearly running over small children and baby strollers. Erika could keep up with me with no problem. I knew that already. I had seen it time and time again. She made it look effortless. The problem is that I can only maintain these high speeds for 10 or 15 minutes. She can maintain them indefinitely. Remember, we are peddling a 24 speed bike at its highest gear, in the lowest cog. You cannot make the bike go faster than that. I can only maintain this for 10 or 15 minutes (depending on the wind direction and the amount of caffeine in my system), she can maintain it indefinitely. So, again I lost. I lost big time.
Ok, let's try the gym and weights. One day, at the gym, 6 months after Erika has graduated and not exercised at all...not even one single day, I challenge her to a triceps exercise. Because I'm a man, I can beat her in things like push-ups. pull-ups, lying, etc. But with triceps--where we are basically pulling down a rope attached to a cable with weights on the end--I thought I could certainly beat her. Wrong again. Erika can do the same weight indefinitely. She could have stood there and done it all day long while she ate 10 Arby roast beef sandwiches (her favorite). I got muscle fatigue after a few minutes. I got lactic acid build up. Her muscles were used to doing repetition’s for long periods at a time. Mine weren't.
I learned an important lesson there. With college athletes, you are basically dealing with super human strength. It would be the same with any college athletes--football, basketball, wrestler, gymnast, soccer player, etc. you are dealing with people who are exercising intensely for 4 to 5 hours a day, 6 days a week. They only have one day off. They have been doing their specialty exercise their entire lives, with no summer breaks. Their cardio vascular system of these athletes is far, far superior than the average Joe. Their muscle fatigue is far superior. Everything about their strength and endurance is far superior.
Erika is now a doctor in downtown Indianapolis. Like all smart people, she called me up one day in Norway and said, “You know, Frank, I was thinking…I think I want to go to Medical school and become a doctor.” She said it as if someone was thinking about driving across town and going to McDonald’s for a Big Mac. She had never taken a medical class in her life. She had two degrees from Ohio State—Business & Finance, but had nothing in the area of even a science class. Seven years later, she was a doctor. Now she is married to another doctor.
Smart people know no boundaries.
Chapter 328 (Life’s Puzzle)
Every year, during the Super Bowl, there is always drama. Big Drama. Huge Drama. The drama starts as soon as people start drinking. The drama starts as soon as the sun goes down. The drama is going to have its way and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop it. The drama is going to slowly unfold itself. It happens every year, rain or shine. You can set your watch to it. It’s clockwork. There’s no stopping it. Sure, you can slow it down a little. But you're not going to stop it. Sometimes the drama happens early. Sometimes the drama happens late. But before the night is over...and before everyone goes home…some drama is going to unleash itself...and when it does, it ain’t going to be pretty.
In all fairness, when you have 400+ people show up for a 3 hour football game, things are bound to go wrong. When you have 400+ people drinking alcohol, celebrating, and betting money on different teams, things are bound to go wrong. Throw in some horny, drunk people losing money, and well, things tend to head downhill from there. Real fast!
And this brings me to my point…drunk, horny women are not to be trifled with.
Apparently, a Dominican/American girl with a big Afro, spicy attitude, and a voracious appetite, got angry. She got real angry. And at some point, she decided to take it upon herself to destroy one of the Super Bowl Square/boards. She destroyed the entire board! These are the Squares where people place their bets on!
(We have cameras all around the bar, and later today we will verify exactly who took the board. ((This is just one more reason why I like CCT cameras. They take the guessing game out of the equation)).
The large Afro girl took the entire Square Board—with all of the bets on it--into the women’s restroom and proceeded to tear it up like newspaper. She tore it into tiny little pieces (someone later came and told us it was her, but we still need to look at the camera footage). And then, like Elvis, she left the building never to be seen again.
Meanwhile, the 3rd quarter came around, and we needed to pay out money on the score. One of the other boards/squares was untouched, so, at least we could give the money to the winner of that board. But the other board was still missing (We still hadn’t found it yet inside the women’s bathroom. That would take another 30 to 40 minutes of searching).
Meanwhile, I started looking around for the board. In seven years of working Super Bowls, we have never had anyone walk off with one of our boards—especially during the game when people don’t even know who is going to win!
So, here I am like an idiot, crawling around on my hands and knees, going from table to table outside on the beach, looking for a big piece of paper—18’ x 18’. I’m looking everywhere. I get down on my hands and knees and look underneath all of the tables. I'm thinking, "Someone is hiding it. I'm sure of it. It didn't just get up and walk away!"
I’m looking up women’s skirts. I'm looking inside women's bras. I’m about ready to get my ass kicked by some drunk boyfriends and husbands. I’m checking on the roof. I’m looking inside people’s pants. I’m checking everything except inside people’s foreskins.
“This is ****ing crazy!” I say to myself. “I do not get paid enough money to do this! I’m going to get my ass-kicked!” and then I realize….”Wait. I’m not even getting paid…I don’t even work here anymore.”
Round 2:
So, here I am….crawling around like an idiot in-between tables and chairs on my hands and knees looking for a huge piece of white paper with people’s bets on it. I search for 30-minutes before giving up and coming back inside the bar. I’m already rehearsing the lies inside my head of what I’m going to tell people when they start rioting and breaking beer bottles over my head:
1.) “Alabama Gary got drunk and ate the entire board.”
2.) “We ran out of toilet paper and some drunk Dominicans used the board for toilet paper.”
3.) “Big Frank has a bad case of diarrhea and couldn’t make it to the restroom, and hence, he used the paper to stop the chocolate river flow!”
As I walk inside the restaurant rehearsing my lies, people start following behind me in a Congo line. They start asking me questions…”Where is the ****ing betting sheet!? “Where are the squares!?” “Are you guys trying to cheat us!?” “You're ****ing cheaters!!”
This is turning into a horror show. This is already becoming a nightmare and its just the beginning of the 4th quarter and i haven't had any coffee & Bailey's yet. I want to crawl underneath a rock. I just want to keep on walking down the hallway and get on a motoconcho and go home and drink a bottle of chardonnay. Chardonnay sounds good right now. I'm thirsty.
This is not the kind of situation you want to find yourself in. Ever. These are not the kind of people you want rioting around you—a bunch of drunk New Yorkers, New Jersey Italians, and East Coasters who would love nothing better than to kick some Faggot’s ass who is wearing an obnoxious neon colored pair of shorts with a mismatching 25 year old cut-off dress shirt two-sizes too small—straight out of the Beverly Hillbillies TV show. Right now, I look like a cross between Jethro, the rednecks from the movie, “Deliverance”, and a very badly dressed West Virginia Drag Queen on Meth. Already I hear people calling me “Faggot” behind my back me as I walk past a group of New York Italians. Great. I’ve always been an easy target for the Faggot label. How wonderful.
As I get near the kitchen, one of waitresses says, “We found the board! We found the squares!”
“Really! Where?”
“It’s in the women’s bathroom!”
“Really? Go get it!”
While I’m waiting, I start wondering, “why and the **** is it inside the women’s bathroom? Did we run out of toilet paper, again? This is insane. We really need to buy more toilet paper. Wait, no. Bad idea. We can't do that, because then the staff runs home with it.”
The waitresses come out of the bathroom with a trash can full of hundreds of small pieces of what used to be our Super Bowl Squares. I start picking up the pieces one by one and study them. I’m in shock. No really. I’m in total ****ing shock. I need an adrenaline shot. I need epinephrine. I need some really strong drugs right now! This is a horror show. How and the hell are we ever going to figure out who won the money for the 3rd & 4th quarters? It will be impossible to piece this thing back together and figure it out. People will accuse us of cheating! People will accuse us of wanting to keep their hard earned money! People will claim that we are stealing from them. It will be a horror show. My name—already tarnished beyond belief—will get dragged through even more mud. Now, I will be known as the badly dressed faggot-drag queen who steals poor people’s hard-earned money!”
Me and three other waitresses start pulling out what looks like hundreds of pieces of shredded toilet paper out of the trashcan and then slowly, methodically, start putting the board back together like a puzzle. There is only 25 minutes left in the NFL game! Which means...if you know anything about NFL games--with the endless commercials, Time-Outs, and the fights & injuries—there is still at least 2-hours of the game left!
We start pulling the pieces out of the trashcan, and together, like mad, we start reassembling them back together. Some of the girls are trying to put the pieces together upside down. I’m not kidding. This is insane. This is torture. We need kids. We need an army of 5 year olds. We need some preschoolers here. They’ll have this thing together in 5-minutes. Meanwhile, me and the waitresses start pulling each other’s hair out. We are now hair-pulling. We are trying to figure out how to do a puzzle. Puzzles like this are not meant for adults. Puzzles like this are meant for children. Small children. Puzzles are for bored kids who have never owned an Ipad or computer. Puzzles like this are not meant for people over 40 years old.
I start pulling at the only 10 strands of hair I got left on my head. 15 minutes later I’m bald, sweating, and cursing profusely. This is not for adults who have little patience and an IQ slightly above retardation level. After 20 minutes, I take a break and go get a coffee. I drink down an entire, half gallon pot of coffee, and suddenly, I’m now re-invigorated! Now I’m ready to solve E=Mc2. I’m ready to fly to the ****ing moon and back. I get down on my hands and knees and start putting pieces together like mad. I start solving the puzzle like the Matrix.
In 10-minutes, I got the entire puzzle back together. I’m not kidding. Caffeine does that to me. Sure, the puzzle now looks like Frankenstein has gotten his hands on it, but dammit, it legible. And at the end of the day, that’s all that matters. I simply can’t afford to be called a thief. I already got enough nasty labels following me around.
(Below is a before & after look at the board/Squares)
Every year, during the Super Bowl, there is always drama. Big Drama. Huge Drama. The drama starts as soon as people start drinking. The drama starts as soon as the sun goes down. The drama is going to have its way and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop it. The drama is going to slowly unfold itself. It happens every year, rain or shine. You can set your watch to it. It’s clockwork. There’s no stopping it. Sure, you can slow it down a little. But you're not going to stop it. Sometimes the drama happens early. Sometimes the drama happens late. But before the night is over...and before everyone goes home…some drama is going to unleash itself...and when it does, it ain’t going to be pretty.
In all fairness, when you have 400+ people show up for a 3 hour football game, things are bound to go wrong. When you have 400+ people drinking alcohol, celebrating, and betting money on different teams, things are bound to go wrong. Throw in some horny, drunk people losing money, and well, things tend to head downhill from there. Real fast!
And this brings me to my point…drunk, horny women are not to be trifled with.
Apparently, a Dominican/American girl with a big Afro, spicy attitude, and a voracious appetite, got angry. She got real angry. And at some point, she decided to take it upon herself to destroy one of the Super Bowl Square/boards. She destroyed the entire board! These are the Squares where people place their bets on!
(We have cameras all around the bar, and later today we will verify exactly who took the board. ((This is just one more reason why I like CCT cameras. They take the guessing game out of the equation)).
The large Afro girl took the entire Square Board—with all of the bets on it--into the women’s restroom and proceeded to tear it up like newspaper. She tore it into tiny little pieces (someone later came and told us it was her, but we still need to look at the camera footage). And then, like Elvis, she left the building never to be seen again.
Meanwhile, the 3rd quarter came around, and we needed to pay out money on the score. One of the other boards/squares was untouched, so, at least we could give the money to the winner of that board. But the other board was still missing (We still hadn’t found it yet inside the women’s bathroom. That would take another 30 to 40 minutes of searching).
Meanwhile, I started looking around for the board. In seven years of working Super Bowls, we have never had anyone walk off with one of our boards—especially during the game when people don’t even know who is going to win!
So, here I am like an idiot, crawling around on my hands and knees, going from table to table outside on the beach, looking for a big piece of paper—18’ x 18’. I’m looking everywhere. I get down on my hands and knees and look underneath all of the tables. I'm thinking, "Someone is hiding it. I'm sure of it. It didn't just get up and walk away!"
I’m looking up women’s skirts. I'm looking inside women's bras. I’m about ready to get my ass kicked by some drunk boyfriends and husbands. I’m checking on the roof. I’m looking inside people’s pants. I’m checking everything except inside people’s foreskins.
“This is ****ing crazy!” I say to myself. “I do not get paid enough money to do this! I’m going to get my ass-kicked!” and then I realize….”Wait. I’m not even getting paid…I don’t even work here anymore.”
Round 2:
So, here I am….crawling around like an idiot in-between tables and chairs on my hands and knees looking for a huge piece of white paper with people’s bets on it. I search for 30-minutes before giving up and coming back inside the bar. I’m already rehearsing the lies inside my head of what I’m going to tell people when they start rioting and breaking beer bottles over my head:
1.) “Alabama Gary got drunk and ate the entire board.”
2.) “We ran out of toilet paper and some drunk Dominicans used the board for toilet paper.”
3.) “Big Frank has a bad case of diarrhea and couldn’t make it to the restroom, and hence, he used the paper to stop the chocolate river flow!”
As I walk inside the restaurant rehearsing my lies, people start following behind me in a Congo line. They start asking me questions…”Where is the ****ing betting sheet!? “Where are the squares!?” “Are you guys trying to cheat us!?” “You're ****ing cheaters!!”
This is turning into a horror show. This is already becoming a nightmare and its just the beginning of the 4th quarter and i haven't had any coffee & Bailey's yet. I want to crawl underneath a rock. I just want to keep on walking down the hallway and get on a motoconcho and go home and drink a bottle of chardonnay. Chardonnay sounds good right now. I'm thirsty.
This is not the kind of situation you want to find yourself in. Ever. These are not the kind of people you want rioting around you—a bunch of drunk New Yorkers, New Jersey Italians, and East Coasters who would love nothing better than to kick some Faggot’s ass who is wearing an obnoxious neon colored pair of shorts with a mismatching 25 year old cut-off dress shirt two-sizes too small—straight out of the Beverly Hillbillies TV show. Right now, I look like a cross between Jethro, the rednecks from the movie, “Deliverance”, and a very badly dressed West Virginia Drag Queen on Meth. Already I hear people calling me “Faggot” behind my back me as I walk past a group of New York Italians. Great. I’ve always been an easy target for the Faggot label. How wonderful.
As I get near the kitchen, one of waitresses says, “We found the board! We found the squares!”
“Really! Where?”
“It’s in the women’s bathroom!”
“Really? Go get it!”
While I’m waiting, I start wondering, “why and the **** is it inside the women’s bathroom? Did we run out of toilet paper, again? This is insane. We really need to buy more toilet paper. Wait, no. Bad idea. We can't do that, because then the staff runs home with it.”
The waitresses come out of the bathroom with a trash can full of hundreds of small pieces of what used to be our Super Bowl Squares. I start picking up the pieces one by one and study them. I’m in shock. No really. I’m in total ****ing shock. I need an adrenaline shot. I need epinephrine. I need some really strong drugs right now! This is a horror show. How and the hell are we ever going to figure out who won the money for the 3rd & 4th quarters? It will be impossible to piece this thing back together and figure it out. People will accuse us of cheating! People will accuse us of wanting to keep their hard earned money! People will claim that we are stealing from them. It will be a horror show. My name—already tarnished beyond belief—will get dragged through even more mud. Now, I will be known as the badly dressed faggot-drag queen who steals poor people’s hard-earned money!”
Me and three other waitresses start pulling out what looks like hundreds of pieces of shredded toilet paper out of the trashcan and then slowly, methodically, start putting the board back together like a puzzle. There is only 25 minutes left in the NFL game! Which means...if you know anything about NFL games--with the endless commercials, Time-Outs, and the fights & injuries—there is still at least 2-hours of the game left!
We start pulling the pieces out of the trashcan, and together, like mad, we start reassembling them back together. Some of the girls are trying to put the pieces together upside down. I’m not kidding. This is insane. This is torture. We need kids. We need an army of 5 year olds. We need some preschoolers here. They’ll have this thing together in 5-minutes. Meanwhile, me and the waitresses start pulling each other’s hair out. We are now hair-pulling. We are trying to figure out how to do a puzzle. Puzzles like this are not meant for adults. Puzzles like this are meant for children. Small children. Puzzles are for bored kids who have never owned an Ipad or computer. Puzzles like this are not meant for people over 40 years old.
I start pulling at the only 10 strands of hair I got left on my head. 15 minutes later I’m bald, sweating, and cursing profusely. This is not for adults who have little patience and an IQ slightly above retardation level. After 20 minutes, I take a break and go get a coffee. I drink down an entire, half gallon pot of coffee, and suddenly, I’m now re-invigorated! Now I’m ready to solve E=Mc2. I’m ready to fly to the ****ing moon and back. I get down on my hands and knees and start putting pieces together like mad. I start solving the puzzle like the Matrix.
In 10-minutes, I got the entire puzzle back together. I’m not kidding. Caffeine does that to me. Sure, the puzzle now looks like Frankenstein has gotten his hands on it, but dammit, it legible. And at the end of the day, that’s all that matters. I simply can’t afford to be called a thief. I already got enough nasty labels following me around.
(Below is a before & after look at the board/Squares)
Below is a before & after look at the board/Squares)
Perhaps you could put it below this. It appears to be missing.:knockedou
Perhaps you could put it below this. It appears to be missing.:knockedou
Great post, Frank! You did not miss even the peacocks, ostriches and even the white cat. I could not resist a name like Playa Preciosa, either.
Did you have any flats?
Did you have any flats?
Remarkably, no flats. I'm surprised myself. But its hard to sit down today. I got some major saddle sores.
Frank
Bahia de las Aguilas:
Instead of driving 8 to 10 hours to get to Bahia de las Aguilas, we flew there in 1:15 minutes. I would highly recommend contacting Rex Beesley if you have never been to the south coast of the DR and you're looking for a beautiful, scenic, breathtaking and convenient way of getting there.
[video=youtube_share;sXWy99k7_0w]https://youtu.be/sXWy99k7_0w[/video]
Instead of driving 8 to 10 hours to get to Bahia de las Aguilas, we flew there in 1:15 minutes. I would highly recommend contacting Rex Beesley if you have never been to the south coast of the DR and you're looking for a beautiful, scenic, breathtaking and convenient way of getting there.
[video=youtube_share;sXWy99k7_0w]https://youtu.be/sXWy99k7_0w[/video]
Chapter 335 (Sex & Adventures)
I still cannot sit down comfortably. I have no more skin on my balls or penis. Everything is still chaffed, although now i have scabs finally. Everything is still a little raw. It?s hard to get comfortable. It?s hard to urinate. It?s hard to poop. How do professional cyclists ride all day? How do they endure the ass and ball pain? How do they endure the saddle sores? the cysts? The raw skin?
Cyclist are not human. It?s as simple as that. They?re aliens. They come from another planet where skin is not needed in their crotch area and sex is not necessary.
I don?t want to visit that world. I don?t want anything to do with it. Can you imagine biking for 7 or 8 hours a day, training for some stupid bicycle race that doesn?t involve Fat Bottom girls and chocolate?
No...thank...you! I don?t want any part of any world that does not involve to some degree, a certain level of sexual debauchery and gluttonous indulgence. I don?t want anything to do with any sport that does not include sex, chocolate, and chardonnay.
Which brings me to my point.
What is the most important things in life? Well, we already know them, don't we. Even small children know them. Even a dog knows them. Generally speaking, they can be placed in any sequential order:
1. Freedom. True freedom. Not the?I have a home mortgage, car loans, huge credit card debts?but look how fabulous and green my lawn looks!
2. Eating. Not the?I?m a vegetarian-vegan-Tofu loving, Skinny Soy Latte?blah, blah, blah type of eating. But instead the?.?Stand back and watch me devour this entire ****ing chocolate cake in one sitting, followed by a half bottle of Pinot Noir.
3. Happiness. Not the?look how big and fabulous my home is, look at how much money I have, look at how fabulous my jewelry is. But instead, look at how little I need in order to be happy.
4. Love. Tru wuv!
5. Sex. Not the same old missionary sexual position day after day, week after week, month after month, and year after year. Nope. Sex should be diversified (like investments) and fun (like being locked up overnight in jail) Sex should be more like, ?Let?s put the washing machine on the Spin Cycle and do it right out here in the back yard with the neighbors watching.?
When you have True Freedom, you do whatever the hell you want. You do whatever your heart desires. You seek the freedom that comes naturally to anyone not confined or regulated by dogma and rules. You do whatever comes natural. You do not?I repeat...You Do Not Limit yourself to any stupid religious ideology that?s riddled with dogmatic rules and commandments that tell you what to do, how to do it, and when you should do it. That?s for stupid people who have had a lifetime of brainwashing and indoctrination. The Middle East and Christian fundamentalists are full of them (stupid people).
When you are surrounded by people who possess ?True freedom,? you know it instantly. You see it right away. You feel it. You can smell it. No one has to point it out to you. Even a blind person can sense it when they're around it. People with True Freedom do whatever makes them happy and they don?t give a **** what anyone thinks about them. If they want to have sex in the parking lot, they do it. If they want to have sex up in the tree, they do it. They?re not confined by rules or people's opinions. They?re not confined by the status quo or by some religious ideology.
Which brings me to my next point?
If you like to travel and you love adventure, then you have to find a way to combine these two things together. If all you lack is the money to travel and go on crazy adventures, then you need to find a way to get money. One way is to rob banks. That?s where the money is. Another way is to work your ass off until you have enough money to fulfill your dreams.
And when someone comes along and says to you, ?Hey, I know a place that has the best chocolate cake and the strongest hallucinogenic-inducing coffee in the world,? guess what? You don?t question it. You get off your ass, and you go and investigate it. You find whatever means of transportation you can get a hold of. If you don?t have a car, you take a motorcycle. If you don?t have a motorcycle, you take a riding lawnmower. If you don?t have a riding lawn mower, you take a bicycle. And if you don?t own a bicycle?guess what? You?re ****ed.
The car and motorcycle have only been around for a little over a hundred years. That?s a blink of an eye in the history of the Homo Sapien species. For tens of thousands of years, people covered huge distances by walking. We?re built to migrate great distances every day. We?re naturally a migratory species. We've become stationary only recently. Our species is built to roam and walk for tens of thousands of miles. We?re built for it. We?re made for it. Vehicles have made us the stupidest, laziest ****ing species on this planet. What other animal do you know of that sits around on the sofa all day watching TV and doing absolutely nothing? What other animal do you know of that will get into a car and drive two blocks down the street to buy a liter of carbonated sugar-filled drink?
So, when Marc Menard said to me, ?let?s bicycle to Las Terrenas next week to eat the best chocolate mousse & coffee on the island at a restaurant on the beach called, ?Barahonda,? I said, ?Ok, let?s go!?
I still cannot sit down comfortably. I have no more skin on my balls or penis. Everything is still chaffed, although now i have scabs finally. Everything is still a little raw. It?s hard to get comfortable. It?s hard to urinate. It?s hard to poop. How do professional cyclists ride all day? How do they endure the ass and ball pain? How do they endure the saddle sores? the cysts? The raw skin?
Cyclist are not human. It?s as simple as that. They?re aliens. They come from another planet where skin is not needed in their crotch area and sex is not necessary.
I don?t want to visit that world. I don?t want anything to do with it. Can you imagine biking for 7 or 8 hours a day, training for some stupid bicycle race that doesn?t involve Fat Bottom girls and chocolate?
No...thank...you! I don?t want any part of any world that does not involve to some degree, a certain level of sexual debauchery and gluttonous indulgence. I don?t want anything to do with any sport that does not include sex, chocolate, and chardonnay.
Which brings me to my point.
What is the most important things in life? Well, we already know them, don't we. Even small children know them. Even a dog knows them. Generally speaking, they can be placed in any sequential order:
1. Freedom. True freedom. Not the?I have a home mortgage, car loans, huge credit card debts?but look how fabulous and green my lawn looks!
2. Eating. Not the?I?m a vegetarian-vegan-Tofu loving, Skinny Soy Latte?blah, blah, blah type of eating. But instead the?.?Stand back and watch me devour this entire ****ing chocolate cake in one sitting, followed by a half bottle of Pinot Noir.
3. Happiness. Not the?look how big and fabulous my home is, look at how much money I have, look at how fabulous my jewelry is. But instead, look at how little I need in order to be happy.
4. Love. Tru wuv!
5. Sex. Not the same old missionary sexual position day after day, week after week, month after month, and year after year. Nope. Sex should be diversified (like investments) and fun (like being locked up overnight in jail) Sex should be more like, ?Let?s put the washing machine on the Spin Cycle and do it right out here in the back yard with the neighbors watching.?
When you have True Freedom, you do whatever the hell you want. You do whatever your heart desires. You seek the freedom that comes naturally to anyone not confined or regulated by dogma and rules. You do whatever comes natural. You do not?I repeat...You Do Not Limit yourself to any stupid religious ideology that?s riddled with dogmatic rules and commandments that tell you what to do, how to do it, and when you should do it. That?s for stupid people who have had a lifetime of brainwashing and indoctrination. The Middle East and Christian fundamentalists are full of them (stupid people).
When you are surrounded by people who possess ?True freedom,? you know it instantly. You see it right away. You feel it. You can smell it. No one has to point it out to you. Even a blind person can sense it when they're around it. People with True Freedom do whatever makes them happy and they don?t give a **** what anyone thinks about them. If they want to have sex in the parking lot, they do it. If they want to have sex up in the tree, they do it. They?re not confined by rules or people's opinions. They?re not confined by the status quo or by some religious ideology.
Which brings me to my next point?
If you like to travel and you love adventure, then you have to find a way to combine these two things together. If all you lack is the money to travel and go on crazy adventures, then you need to find a way to get money. One way is to rob banks. That?s where the money is. Another way is to work your ass off until you have enough money to fulfill your dreams.
And when someone comes along and says to you, ?Hey, I know a place that has the best chocolate cake and the strongest hallucinogenic-inducing coffee in the world,? guess what? You don?t question it. You get off your ass, and you go and investigate it. You find whatever means of transportation you can get a hold of. If you don?t have a car, you take a motorcycle. If you don?t have a motorcycle, you take a riding lawnmower. If you don?t have a riding lawn mower, you take a bicycle. And if you don?t own a bicycle?guess what? You?re ****ed.
The car and motorcycle have only been around for a little over a hundred years. That?s a blink of an eye in the history of the Homo Sapien species. For tens of thousands of years, people covered huge distances by walking. We?re built to migrate great distances every day. We?re naturally a migratory species. We've become stationary only recently. Our species is built to roam and walk for tens of thousands of miles. We?re built for it. We?re made for it. Vehicles have made us the stupidest, laziest ****ing species on this planet. What other animal do you know of that sits around on the sofa all day watching TV and doing absolutely nothing? What other animal do you know of that will get into a car and drive two blocks down the street to buy a liter of carbonated sugar-filled drink?
So, when Marc Menard said to me, ?let?s bicycle to Las Terrenas next week to eat the best chocolate mousse & coffee on the island at a restaurant on the beach called, ?Barahonda,? I said, ?Ok, let?s go!?
"What other animal do you know of that sits around on the sofa all day watching TV and doing absolutely nothing? What other animal do you know of that will get into a car and drive two blocks down the street to buy a liter of carbonated sugar-filled drink?"
I would say domesticated dogs and cats are lazier. We will drive to the store for them to get what they need.
There you go, at least 2 other animals that are lazier so all is good. Need to get back to the lazy-boy now.
I would say domesticated dogs and cats are lazier. We will drive to the store for them to get what they need.
There you go, at least 2 other animals that are lazier so all is good. Need to get back to the lazy-boy now.
Chapter 342 (Anatomy of a Facebook Scam)
I’ve both seen and read a lot about different scams. I know many scams. Too many. But this morning I got introduced to a new, clever one. Very clever. It works like this:
I got a Facebook request from a friend, Nancy. I thought it was odd that she was sending a friend request since we are already friends. But then I thought, “OK, maybe she accidentally deleted me.” It happens.
So I added her, again.
Nancy told me she was especially “Happy” today. I asked her "why?" She said that she just won "$200,000 dollars!!"
I asked, "How was that?"
She went into details about how she won. Now, at the same time that she is explaining this to me, she gives me a phone number to call to see how easy it is. I decide--because I'm bored, I have nothing better to do, I'm a total loser, and I don’t want her falling for any scams—to call the number.
This person texts me back from the number I called, and says, “I work for a company called, “Universal Fund Corporation.””
I Google it. It doesn’t exist. They start texting me and telling me I qualify for "$200,000." But I must act quick!”"
I must have the luck of the Irish. I have lots of bills to pay...my electricity is about to be shut off, I need a new wig for a drag party, i need gas for my car.
I read the text messages from the person. It has all of the universal trademarks of a "Scam." It's got Scam written all over it. So I just humor him to see how their Scam works…I want to see how long it takes for them to ask me for money? Scams always ask you for money!
Asking you for money is where the catch is. The catch always begins as soon as someone asks you for money. They always say things like, "Before we can send you any money, you first need to send us money." It works the same way everywhere, regardless of country, place, or person.
Meanwhile, I have Nancy sending me Private messages on Facebook explaining to me how she just got $200,000 dollars!!
“I’m like, really? How did they deliver it? What currency is it in? In what denominations is the money--$20’s, $50’s, $100’s?”
Nancy answers all of my questions. Now it starts getting weird.
Now I’m really confused. Is Nancy lying to me? Why would she lie? This is bizarre, strange, weird, and frightening…all at the same time. I better get another coffee! I get up and get another coffee.
Now I'm intrigued. Maybe Nancy is on drugs? Hell, I’m on drugs! I’ve just had a half gallon of coffee and smoked some killer Catnip. Maybe we’re both on the same drugs?
In the meantime, I follow both Nancy messages on Facebook while simultaneously answering the text messages on my phone. It becomes very weird. I finally come to the conclusion that Nancy must be lying to me about receiving $200,000 dollars. But why...why lie?
At the same time, I tell the person texting me, "Why should I send you $500 if you are going to give me $200,000?" Then i add, “Just take the $500 out of the $200,000 and bring me the rest of the money.
"No, we cannot do that," he tells me.
"Really?" You want to give me nearly a quarter million dollars, but you cannot take $500 out?
Everything comes to an end when I refuse to send $500 with “Money Express” to some Latino named “Henriquez” who lives in Corona, New York.
Meanwhile, Nancy is telling me I’m going to lose out on the $200,000 if I don’t act fast!!”
Too much Drama on a Friday morning. It was both beautiful and weird at the same time. I better get another cup of coffee.
Here is the conversation between me and the person acting to be Nancy--but with her same Facebook profile page
11:02AM
hello frank,how you doing?
Good. Just waking up.
that good,am just feeling happy an excited right now
You hit the lottery?
Or just had coffee?
yeah
have you heard about the universal funding program?
i received $200,000 from them
Really? For what? Fantastic!
I need to pay my AMEX card, and i need to change the oil in my motorcycles, and buy my mom a wig...do i qualify?
And i'm being serious!
cos i saw your name on there winners list when the ups agent came to make my delivery for me
haven't you received yours?
Damn, i haven't checked yet! Let me go look in my mailbox...
no you have to contact there online claim agent
can you do that?
I don't think i have enough minutes to make that call. Let me check...
you have to contact them first
they dont have your address you have to give them information an they will make your delivery fro you
How will they deliver the money to me?
(937) 404-1011 text the online claim agent
right now tell them you are there to claim your money
Haha...(937) they must be right up the road from me!
i do think so text them an don't tell anybody on till they delivery your money for you
They didn't answer the phone, they asked me to leave a message. Damn! Another money i lost out on!
I always lose out on the big money!
no you haven't they will reply you
have they reply?
Scams always work like this.
Let me know when you have the money in your hand.
no it not a scam is real an legit
Cool. Then let me know when you have the money!
my money have been delivered to me an i have deposited to the bank...
Ok, let me know when it clears and you can take it out.
I hope you didn't give them any details of your bank account.
they made my delivery cash to my door step on wenseday an i went to deposited it to the bank for security reasons
And why did they give you the money for? What was the reason?
the program is to help retired,workers,disable,old,youth with cash in the society.
is a funding program to citizen of the country
They brought you $200,000 dollars to your door?
yes i was thinking it was a scam until l the delivers my money
did you text them?
How was the money given to you...in what denomination? 20's, 50's, 100's? Was it given to you in a suitcase? briefcase??
I'm not retired, Nancy, i wouldn't qualify.
it was inside a case file i purchase from them
but you are employed or unemployed
What currency was the money they gave you? Canadian, Dollars?
why you asking all this questiom
am tried
I'm just curious.
don't be i was curious that first
until they delivered my money to me
Ok, but currency was it? I don't want Dominican Pesos!
Was it Canadian or American money?
it was dollars i ask for!
Cool!!
what did they say?
I haven't heard back from them yet.
No wait, i have got a text message.
How long did i take for them to deliver your money to you?
They're texting me now.
after i purchase a case file it took them 12hour to your door step
Wow.
Did you by any chance, take a picture of the money they brought to you?
no i didn't it was just delivered to me
How do you know my name is in their data base?
the list was in the delivery agent hand when they came were asking about people i know
They're saying that my name is in their database...but i haven't given them my name yet!!!!!!!
Now they are asking me if i want cash or a check?
Now, here comes the catch...they want some information...
yes give them the right information?
are you there?
yes
are they making your delivery?
i'm waiting to hear back from them.
okay..
Nancy, they want me to to purchase a casefile for $500 dollars before they deliver the money to me.
They're going to give me $200,000 dollars, but they want me to give them $500 first. Does that sound right?
yes of course i made a payment of a case file too
Did you get the $200,000 dollars?
yes they made my delivery to me
just ask them on how to make the payment an they will give the details on how to make the payment
In what denominations did they pay you? 20's 50's or 100's?
100,s
when are they making your delivery
I don't know because i told them i do not have $500. I told them to take it out of the $200,000 dollars that they are bringing me.
that cant be possible
Why is that not possible? If they are bringing me nearly a quarter million dollars in cash, why can't they take out $500?
they don't touch the money
this an opportunity for you
How did you send them $500?
They haven't explained to me how to send them $500.
i went to the nearest Money Gram store an make the payment
they gave me an address
You mean something like a "Western Union."
In what name did you make out the check to them?
They haven't told me this yet.
ask them they will give you there agent accounting details
OK, but is the check to a person or a company?
ask them they will tell you an you have to be fast so they can delivery your money today?
Before i send them $500, i need to know is it to a person's name, or a company name?
no is a person name an accounting agent name
that would make your delivery for you
So, now what are you going to do with your $200,000? Are you going to take a vacation to the DR?
yes am planing on getting a new house an start up a very good business
Cool!!
What kind of business? Food?
any good busniess
Nancy, they sent me the details...are these the same as yours: They want me to send the money to Andrea V Henrriqueze. Corona, New York. 11368
yes that the address
they gave to make too
Same name?
but you have to make the payment fast
yes
I told them that they can take my $500 out of the $200,000 dollars. I'm waiting to hear their answer.
• okay you have make the payment so you can receive your money.
•
1:20
are you there?
tell me when they deliver your money..
•
1:23p
Nancy, i simply told them that they can take my $500 out of the $200,000. I'm not sending $500 to someone i don't know, with the promise that they will bring me nearly a quarter million dollars.
•
1:24
i was scared at first until they deliver my money you have to be confidence
this an lucky oppunity for you to have a wonder life with that money better help yourself
Chat Conversation End
I’ve both seen and read a lot about different scams. I know many scams. Too many. But this morning I got introduced to a new, clever one. Very clever. It works like this:
I got a Facebook request from a friend, Nancy. I thought it was odd that she was sending a friend request since we are already friends. But then I thought, “OK, maybe she accidentally deleted me.” It happens.
So I added her, again.
Nancy told me she was especially “Happy” today. I asked her "why?" She said that she just won "$200,000 dollars!!"
I asked, "How was that?"
She went into details about how she won. Now, at the same time that she is explaining this to me, she gives me a phone number to call to see how easy it is. I decide--because I'm bored, I have nothing better to do, I'm a total loser, and I don’t want her falling for any scams—to call the number.
This person texts me back from the number I called, and says, “I work for a company called, “Universal Fund Corporation.””
I Google it. It doesn’t exist. They start texting me and telling me I qualify for "$200,000." But I must act quick!”"
I must have the luck of the Irish. I have lots of bills to pay...my electricity is about to be shut off, I need a new wig for a drag party, i need gas for my car.
I read the text messages from the person. It has all of the universal trademarks of a "Scam." It's got Scam written all over it. So I just humor him to see how their Scam works…I want to see how long it takes for them to ask me for money? Scams always ask you for money!
Asking you for money is where the catch is. The catch always begins as soon as someone asks you for money. They always say things like, "Before we can send you any money, you first need to send us money." It works the same way everywhere, regardless of country, place, or person.
Meanwhile, I have Nancy sending me Private messages on Facebook explaining to me how she just got $200,000 dollars!!
“I’m like, really? How did they deliver it? What currency is it in? In what denominations is the money--$20’s, $50’s, $100’s?”
Nancy answers all of my questions. Now it starts getting weird.
Now I’m really confused. Is Nancy lying to me? Why would she lie? This is bizarre, strange, weird, and frightening…all at the same time. I better get another coffee! I get up and get another coffee.
Now I'm intrigued. Maybe Nancy is on drugs? Hell, I’m on drugs! I’ve just had a half gallon of coffee and smoked some killer Catnip. Maybe we’re both on the same drugs?
In the meantime, I follow both Nancy messages on Facebook while simultaneously answering the text messages on my phone. It becomes very weird. I finally come to the conclusion that Nancy must be lying to me about receiving $200,000 dollars. But why...why lie?
At the same time, I tell the person texting me, "Why should I send you $500 if you are going to give me $200,000?" Then i add, “Just take the $500 out of the $200,000 and bring me the rest of the money.
"No, we cannot do that," he tells me.
"Really?" You want to give me nearly a quarter million dollars, but you cannot take $500 out?
Everything comes to an end when I refuse to send $500 with “Money Express” to some Latino named “Henriquez” who lives in Corona, New York.
Meanwhile, Nancy is telling me I’m going to lose out on the $200,000 if I don’t act fast!!”
Too much Drama on a Friday morning. It was both beautiful and weird at the same time. I better get another cup of coffee.
Here is the conversation between me and the person acting to be Nancy--but with her same Facebook profile page
11:02AM
hello frank,how you doing?
Good. Just waking up.
that good,am just feeling happy an excited right now
You hit the lottery?
Or just had coffee?
yeah
have you heard about the universal funding program?
i received $200,000 from them
Really? For what? Fantastic!
I need to pay my AMEX card, and i need to change the oil in my motorcycles, and buy my mom a wig...do i qualify?
And i'm being serious!
cos i saw your name on there winners list when the ups agent came to make my delivery for me
haven't you received yours?
Damn, i haven't checked yet! Let me go look in my mailbox...
no you have to contact there online claim agent
can you do that?
I don't think i have enough minutes to make that call. Let me check...
you have to contact them first
they dont have your address you have to give them information an they will make your delivery fro you
How will they deliver the money to me?
(937) 404-1011 text the online claim agent
right now tell them you are there to claim your money
Haha...(937) they must be right up the road from me!
i do think so text them an don't tell anybody on till they delivery your money for you
They didn't answer the phone, they asked me to leave a message. Damn! Another money i lost out on!
I always lose out on the big money!
no you haven't they will reply you
have they reply?
Scams always work like this.
Let me know when you have the money in your hand.
no it not a scam is real an legit
Cool. Then let me know when you have the money!
my money have been delivered to me an i have deposited to the bank...
Ok, let me know when it clears and you can take it out.
I hope you didn't give them any details of your bank account.
they made my delivery cash to my door step on wenseday an i went to deposited it to the bank for security reasons
And why did they give you the money for? What was the reason?
the program is to help retired,workers,disable,old,youth with cash in the society.
is a funding program to citizen of the country
They brought you $200,000 dollars to your door?
yes i was thinking it was a scam until l the delivers my money
did you text them?
How was the money given to you...in what denomination? 20's, 50's, 100's? Was it given to you in a suitcase? briefcase??
I'm not retired, Nancy, i wouldn't qualify.
it was inside a case file i purchase from them
but you are employed or unemployed
What currency was the money they gave you? Canadian, Dollars?
why you asking all this questiom
am tried
I'm just curious.
don't be i was curious that first
until they delivered my money to me
Ok, but currency was it? I don't want Dominican Pesos!
Was it Canadian or American money?
it was dollars i ask for!
Cool!!
what did they say?
I haven't heard back from them yet.
No wait, i have got a text message.
How long did i take for them to deliver your money to you?
They're texting me now.
after i purchase a case file it took them 12hour to your door step
Wow.
Did you by any chance, take a picture of the money they brought to you?
no i didn't it was just delivered to me
How do you know my name is in their data base?
the list was in the delivery agent hand when they came were asking about people i know
They're saying that my name is in their database...but i haven't given them my name yet!!!!!!!
Now they are asking me if i want cash or a check?
Now, here comes the catch...they want some information...
yes give them the right information?
are you there?
yes
are they making your delivery?
i'm waiting to hear back from them.
okay..
Nancy, they want me to to purchase a casefile for $500 dollars before they deliver the money to me.
They're going to give me $200,000 dollars, but they want me to give them $500 first. Does that sound right?
yes of course i made a payment of a case file too
Did you get the $200,000 dollars?
yes they made my delivery to me
just ask them on how to make the payment an they will give the details on how to make the payment
In what denominations did they pay you? 20's 50's or 100's?
100,s
when are they making your delivery
I don't know because i told them i do not have $500. I told them to take it out of the $200,000 dollars that they are bringing me.
that cant be possible
Why is that not possible? If they are bringing me nearly a quarter million dollars in cash, why can't they take out $500?
they don't touch the money
this an opportunity for you
How did you send them $500?
They haven't explained to me how to send them $500.
i went to the nearest Money Gram store an make the payment
they gave me an address
You mean something like a "Western Union."
In what name did you make out the check to them?
They haven't told me this yet.
ask them they will give you there agent accounting details
OK, but is the check to a person or a company?
ask them they will tell you an you have to be fast so they can delivery your money today?
Before i send them $500, i need to know is it to a person's name, or a company name?
no is a person name an accounting agent name
that would make your delivery for you
So, now what are you going to do with your $200,000? Are you going to take a vacation to the DR?
yes am planing on getting a new house an start up a very good business
Cool!!
What kind of business? Food?
any good busniess
Nancy, they sent me the details...are these the same as yours: They want me to send the money to Andrea V Henrriqueze. Corona, New York. 11368
yes that the address
they gave to make too
Same name?
but you have to make the payment fast
yes
I told them that they can take my $500 out of the $200,000 dollars. I'm waiting to hear their answer.
• okay you have make the payment so you can receive your money.
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1:20
are you there?
tell me when they deliver your money..
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1:23p
Nancy, i simply told them that they can take my $500 out of the $200,000. I'm not sending $500 to someone i don't know, with the promise that they will bring me nearly a quarter million dollars.
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1:24
i was scared at first until they deliver my money you have to be confidence
this an lucky oppunity for you to have a wonder life with that money better help yourself
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Twice a week I get those emails saying they wan to send me money, so I always answerr and say send away, but know from the start it is you pretending you have money for me i have none for you. That usually cuts them off right there.
Der Fish