I'm rich as hell and not gonna take it anymore

I just found out I'm rich.

For your attention.

Sequel to your non-response of my earlier letter to you, on behalf of
the Trustees and Executors to the Will of my late client.

I wish to notify you that I listed you as beneficiary to the total sum
of (Twelve Million Eight Hundred Thousand British Pounds) in the
codicil,last testament of the deceased. Until his death he was a
private
contractor and a great philanthropist during his lifetime, he died
on9th January 2006 at the age of 68.

He was buried on the 3rd of February and although he is a foreigner
living and working here, he requested before his death that he be
buried here in his words.

I therefore reckoned that you could receive this funds as you are
qualified by your name identity, all your necessary information’s will
be passed to the bank which the funds are deposited on your response.

In your acceptance of this deal, I request that you kindly forward
these information’s to me your direct telephone numbers and what you do
for a living including your forwarding address to enable me process
yourfile for the release of this sum of money.

Yours In Service.
Barrister Tamey james

I'm rich and you're not...neeeener neeeener neeeener. :p

He was buried on the 3rd of February and although he is a foreigner
living and working here, he requested before his death that he be
buried here in his words.

I am also a foreigner living and working here. Please bury me in your words.

Sundae Girl wrote:

Please bury me in your words.

:lol2:

I love a good prose.

In your acceptance of this deal, I request that you kindly forward
these information’s to me

Ha.

Can I be a hanger-on? You can word-whip me if you like.

Or just whip....

Mmmmmmm....

Maybe I should email Barrister Tamey james and request his information so that I can go to him and collect the money. :D

Speaking of being "rich as hell"... having just come out of the holidays-with-the-extended-family shenanigans, I have to vent.

I swear to god, at least half the conversations my mother-in-law starts involve what she would do if she were incredibly wealthy. Am I the only one who finds such conversations to be utterly pointless at best, and infuriatingly stupid at worst? Who cares what you would do if you won the lottery? You won't (most notably because you don't even play,) so why do we have to suffer through your mundane fantasies every damn time we see you? Her attitude towards wealth in general is that it's just some accident that happens to lucky people--she was honestly dumbfounded when my husband commented that if she'd wanted to be rich, she wouldn't have become a schoolteacher and married a guy with a geography degree. I guess she always believed that if she were a good person, she would just somehow magically end up rich for her efforts.

Perhaps it depends on the intensity. Mum, Dad and I play the "when I win the Lottery" game when we get together, but perhaps the difference in our case is that it IS a game. It's the adults' version of let's pretend, and we build lottery castles in the sky.

They both worked hard all their lives, and have now retired. They worked hard, and well, but never had the ambition to do more than earn a living wage. I dream of providing a luxurious retirement for them both, but we know it is simply a dream. My brother and sister have the drive, but although they love our parents, they're (obviously) not as easy come easy go about money as me.

So a couple of times a year we sit and laugh and dream and generously bestow gifts on eachother (including my siblings - we love them for their ambition, not in spite of it)

Maybe I'll get to plague my niece (or niece's husband) with the same faded If Onlys in years to come.....

I sometimes think about what I'd do if I all of a sudden found myself rolling in dough. Occasionally I comment about it to hubby or anyone else who happens to be around when I'm doing it.

It's not unusual though I guess. I like to talk about all my fantasies. ;)

xoxoxoBruce;302264 wrote:

Maybe I should email Barrister Tamey james and request his information so that I can go to him and collect the money. :D

I'll go for you, if you like, as it seems he lives over here;)

Clodfobble;302374 wrote:

Speaking of being "rich as hell"... having just come out of the holidays-with-the-extended-family shenanigans, I have to vent.

The floor is yours.

Clodfobble;302374 wrote:

I swear to god, at least half the conversations my mother-in-law starts involve what she would do if she were incredibly wealthy...

At this point you put on your best Clodfobble smile and look her in the eye and sweetly say:
"Yep. And if your aunt had balls, she'd be your uncle."

Clodfobble;302374 wrote:

Am I the only one who finds such conversations to be utterly pointless at best, and infuriatingly stupid at worst?

Not at all.

Clodfobble;302374 wrote:

Who cares what you would do if you won the lottery?

the IRS is really the only one who cares, in fact. Maybe a few telelmarketers.

Clodfobble;302374 wrote:

You won't (most notably because you don't even play,) so why do we have to suffer through your mundane fantasies every damn time we see you?

Honey, we go through this everytime something bad happens to you, remember? It was because you were a republican in your past life.