No money, I'd rather trade. I'll take two umlauts and a diphthong. (The tilde is "as new", only 500 km on the clock. Never been bashed, thrashed or crashed.)
Hey, you stiffed me with knock-off umlauts from Hong Kong the last time I dealt with you, and I can't shake the suspicion that you were wearing a wire! Who are you working for?
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This post was edited by Randy D at February 1, 2017 7:18 AM MST
I've written you into it and out of it so many times that from now on, I'm just going to have your name listed in Vel-Cro. That way, I can rip you out of there the next time you slip up.
My late grandfather was the Finance Minister for a small but ruby-rich nation somewhere else in the world, and he left me a fortune in the vault of the national banking system there. It's equivalent to $1.37 million US currency. I can't access the funds because of a bloody coup that left deep divisions among the people there, but if you could assist me with the international banking fee of $15,000 to complete the wire transfer, applicable taxes, handling costs and duties, I can't guarantee you a four-fold return of $60,000 US, plus an extra $10,000 in gold jewelry. I'll just need your bank account number, routing number, passwords, social security number, blood type, a recent photo spread of everything in your underwear drawer, bank balances, copy of your birth certificate, your retina scan, a recording of your voice reciting passages from the tax code, and a blank cashier's check made out in the name I'm about to give you . . .
No, no, I have no Nigerian heritage. Why do you ask? ~