Don’t you just hate clicking on an email, and when it opens up you see something like this. “Dear Mr. Smith, my name is Franklin J. Fenstamacher, I am an Agent with the U.S. Copyright Infringement Division here in Washington D.C. It has come to our attention that” … Now those type of emails, I read them all the way to the end. Man! I hate emails like those; don’t you guys hate emails like that.
You guys get them too, right?
Not long ago, a cute little honey from my neighborhood friended me on Facebook and push came to shove, a couple of enticing selfies here and there and y’know, we just naturally set up a meet.
She sent me a message that said “Come on over. There is no one home.”
So I jumped into my pickup and raced over there.
Sure enuff, there wasn’t anyone there.
FaceBook is so cruel.