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Today Sandra called, “How are you coming on that first million?” “Not coming at all, Peeps. But making great progress on the second.” “How’s that, Gurf?” “I found a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. In a classified ad. Stuffing envelopes. I can do it at home, in my spare time. That means I set my own hours, and there’s no one to yell at me.” “Really?” “Just kidding. Actually this scheme is one I thought up myself. Those are the best.” “What is it?” “All I have to do is send a hundred thousand e-mails to my closest friends.” “They won’t be close for long.” “Sure they will. Okay they’ll have to spend a few days clicking delete boxes. But sooner or later curiosity will get the better of them and they’ll read the message. Once they do, a fortune is as good as theirs. They’ll love me forever.” “What’s the catch?” “The only catch is that they’ll each have to send a hundred thousand e-mails.” “A chain letter. Ever heard of those?” “Yes, but here’s the clincher. Who makes money off a chain letter?” “Usually just the ones at the top.” “Bingo. And who is the one person who is sure of being at the top. The one who starts it. Me.” “So you’re going to try to soak your friends.” “No. They’re right under me. They’ll be making money too. A lot of money.” “You and your friends soaking the rest of the world.” “That’s pretty much it.” “Guess you’ve got it figured out.” “I hope so.” “Good luck.” “Thank you, I’ll need it. Oh before you go one more thing.” “What’s that?” “I don’t have your email address.” |
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