So it begins with Rose

Olga, Rose & the Fake Lottery...

Hello my sweet wilting Rose...
Here is the info-mation that you require:

1: YOUR FULL NAME
Robert Lugner Betrug

2: YOUR FULL ADDRESS
R. Betrug
c/o
cattle prod
10635 Santa Monica Blvd.,
Suites 130/135,
Los Angeles, CA 90025

3: ANY OF YOUR IDENTIFICATION NUMBER
28905893lkj--f009380985 k or 42 or 666 or BR-549 or ncc-1701

4: TELEPHONE AND FAX NUMBER
323 927-1764

By the question "Do you have any toast?" I mean to ascertain if you do, in fact, have bread that is heated to a temperature that creates what we know to be as "toast". Hence my question "Do you have any toast?".

Butt enough of that, my friend. You are not well and we need to get you well.

I need you to understand that there is no god and god will not help you. If there was a god, you would not be in the position you are in now (no, not sitting and reading email, but at death's door, relying on strangers to assfist you in your time of knead).

No, I am a human who *will* help you. This is a very fortuitious time for me. Many have called upon me for assfistance. There is a lovely woman in Russia, Olga, who was abandoned by a man and she and I are now becoming quite close and I have sent her $300 for books for her studies.

There is also a young man and his mother, Miriam & Ibrahim Abacha of Lagos, Nigeria who have been persecuted by their government and are allowing me to help them get out of that toast-less hellhole (I use that as a figure of speech because, as you know, no god=no hell) and I have sent them, via DHL $3500 and another $1800 via Western Onion. They also received a case of avocados and two packages of Dentyne Cinnamon Gum.

I am enclosing a photo of myself with a trophy which I received after a tournament involving the showing of my prized feline cat, Mister Snickers (photo also attached). It was taken by my dear, departed wife, Bernesta, only 2 weeks before her colon exploded, killing her instantly. You can make out her figure in the reflection of the trophy.

I attach this photo as an offering of trust and hope that our relationship will, after you are well and able, may continue to one of friendship and joy.


Miss Rose Johnson, all the best to you.

I have notified my attorney, Mr. Perry Mason, of our deal and he will be kept abreast as he is the person who is in charge of my finances. Mr. Mason is the main stockholder in my company and was named by me as the president of the real estate arm of Cattle Prod., Inc. here in the United States.

Again, all the best to you, my newest (oldest) fiend.

Robert Betrug