Oh, for the love of Christ. Why do people continue to flood the Internet with this tripe (read the attachment)?! Are people really naive enough to believe that there is some way to actually track this shit. I mean come on. And the best thing about this is the fact that it was sent to me by a "computer professional." Jesus Herkimer Christ... OK, let me just play devil's advocate here for a second and let's just say that there is some great benevolent Internet Deity who could give a flying crap for how many people forward a bad poem written by some fat-ass 50 year-old woman who is trying to pass off her finest "poem" as the work of a dying little girl. Yeah, let's run with that assumption: I'm going to contribute my own poem... PLZ HELP!!! THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN BY A DYING INNER-CITY CHILD!!! This Life Is a Biznitch (Den U Die) by Theodore Washington Jackson III Yo, playa, Did you ever stop to hear da rain? Wuz yo' heart in too much pain, Cuz the thunda be boomin'? Like a drive-by, On 10th and Newman? Now, I ax you, Don't lie - tell da truth. You be a scared little kid inside, Playin' hide-and-go-seek wit' yo' demons inside. Frontin' jus' be yo' way to deal. Hidin' from yo'self so you don't have to feel. That fear, Be justifiable. This is South-Central, Not the muthafuckin' Huxtables. Hear me playa? I be feelin' it every day. But, den it hit, I started to get a lump in my left tit. Yo, it be a swollen, Like ex-president Ronald Reagan's colon. Cancer be the gang-banga, Who be turnin' 'round jus' 'round the corna. I can't front no mo', Man I be scared. Cuz Death be comin', In a month or less. I did what I could, To make it in this world. I sold tons of crack, and impregnated 18 under-age girls. PLZ!!! SEND THIS TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW OR DON'T KNOW!!! JUST THINK OF IT AS SPAM WITH A DEEPER MEANING!!! PLZ!!! HERE'S A BREAKOUT OF THE FORTUNE, WHICH WILL BEFALL YOU IF YOU SUBMIT TO MY WHIM: 1. For every 8 people you forward this to, you will receive a gift certificate to Applebee's in the amount of $.18. 2. For every 13 people you forward this to, you will receive a non-lethal case of SARS. 3. For every 20 people you forward this to, you will be treated for an all-you-can-eat, toss-da-salad, salad bar at your local penitentiary. 4. For every 24.67 people you forward this to, you get to participate in a realistic re-enactment of the Spanish Inquisitions where you get to be the heretic! 5. For ever 7 trillion people you forward this to, you will get herpes of the soul and spend the rest of eternity in hell where you will get shafted by well-hung elephants while pygmy's feast on your genitals... YOU CAN'T FUCKIN' TRACK E-MAILS!!! IF ANYONE ELSE SENDS YOU THIS KIND OF CRAP GRAB THE NEAREST, HEAVY OBJECT YOU CAN FIND AND SMACK THEM WITH IT AS HARD AS YOU CAN!!!
i used to have a list of shit not to do for all my friends and family who were obviously very new to the whole email thing. rules like : do not forward stupid poems and chain letters to me, those little "drawings" don't work when you forward them, if an email has Fw: in front of it too many times, i won't read it, and so forth.
