My own Sobbing Lad - well, sorta...

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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 9:57 pm

I loved the sound of Momer J. Fong's "Sobbing Lad" (see http://forum.419eater.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=73420&highlight=crying), so when Ms got her dollar chopped by , I had flashbacks when she wrote to deny all knowledge of him:

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sorry i don no mr zema you say you send money to him i don no him don send money to mr zema i don no him ok

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hello give me the information of the money if you send the money i don no Mr Zema ok

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hello give me the information of the money you send ok i don no this man you call Mr Zema iI don no him if you send the money to him i don no him ok i see you don like to help me i love to see the information

Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 10:19 pm

Did you get any WU trips out of it, me think not only let here see it, let her go get it, if I am correct. Laughing

Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 11:22 am

Malcolm lost his temper a little:

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Fine - you made the decision. Since you don't trust me, it ends here. I don't know what the hell you're playing at, but you don't insult the one who's prepared to go the whole nine yards to help you.

The Lad's response:

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hello my god we help me ok

To which Malcolm replied:

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Just go and see whoever's in charge there. Maybe you don't know him by name but on the staff of the camp. He's got your money. I've washed my hands of the whole business. Don't bother me again.

The Lad was reduced to this:

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hello
i need ur help like you to send me money for food i need money for food pls send me money

My reaction:

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I sent the money and Mr Zema confirmed he'd given it to you.
I don't know what the hell you're up to now, but as far as I'm concerned this is over.

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