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2007-06-21 - 3:45 a.m.
I quit my job today. Yep, I'm gonna be rich and I don't need their stinkin' job anymore. How am I going to be rich, you ask? Well, I got this letter:
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FROM MR PETER DROGBA
Dear Sir, I know that my message will come to you as a surprise since I don’t know
you in person or met with you before, but I am of the believe that you
would be obliged to come to my assistance after hearing about my
situation. I am 19 years old and I was formerly a Medical student of the University
of Abidjan, Ivory Coast West Africa. Late last year October 2006, the Rebels in my Country struck our township
and killed my parents and my only sister because my father was an
opposition leader to the president of my country. Before his death he has $6.5 M USD (Six Million , Five Hundred Thousand
dollars.) in a domicilary account with a bank in Cote d ' Ivoire which I
am the next of kin. 1)I need your assistance to provide a bank account where this money will
be transferred to.
2)You will serve as the guardian of this funds since I am 19 years.
3)You will make arrangement for me to come over to your country after the
money has been transferred to you. I have plans to do investment in your country, like real estate and
industrial production. I am willing to offer you 20% of the total sum as
compensation for your effort after this successful transfer of this fund
to your nominated account overseas. Note that the confidentiality of this transaction would be highly
appreciated in replying soonest. Thanks and best regards. Peter Drogba ------------------------------------------------------- My friend Peter is gonna make me independently wealthy.
So there.
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