GHANA–CORNWALL-GHANA SAFARI: 6000+ Miles

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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 1:03 pm

Those were gay old times. I remember the brother being pissed off a shit when we told him his brother had been killed by gunshot. And when poor John finally came back he wasn't all to pleased with us.

I listened to the whole recording and I have to say that it was 28 minutes of bliss. I wonder though if a real victim would have accepted all that abuse from mr Lee. Have Wa called him? If not it might e a fun call.

Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 12:05 pm

I suggest that Pr1cky complain to Mal about this rude, aggressive control freak that he (Mal) brought into his life, so that Mal can ask Lee what the hell is going on. It might prove to be a distraction.

Master Baiter Joined: 07 Sep 2012 Posts: 100

Just listened to the phone conversation. Sweet!

Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 10:02 am

^^^ Thanks, all.

Update: If the plan works this weekend, the bottom is going to fall out of their worlds Cool

Watch this space.

Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 3:26 pm

That is an absolutely epic lad rant! I can't believe that his head didn't explode during it.

Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 5:52 pm

Quote:

If the plan works this weekend, the bottom is going to fall out of their worlds

Are you saying there is something below where they are now????

Elite Baiter Joined: 10 Mar 2013 Posts: 1486

^^^^ They have entered to a world where Wile E. Coyote holds a diploma in physics.

So why not? I'm sure they have a chance of falling even deeper if nothing falls on them.

Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 11:33 am

IM_Dumm wrote:

Are you saying there is something below where they are now????

They should be thankful TM isn't arranging one of those beer and curry weekends where they end up with the world falling out of their bottoms. Ouch! Mr. Green

Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 2:18 pm

I just listened to the phone call compilation - priceless! I don't know how you can do that without getting the giggles.

There should be a megaphone icon or something for making a lad so angry that his neighbours complain about the disturbance at midnight. Now SHUT UP!, you a very stupid man.

Wannabe Baiter Joined: 07 Oct 2010 Posts: 82

What a great sound clip from the 30 minute conversation.

SHUTUP!!!! over and over. Hilarious

Baiting Guru Joined: 21 Nov 2010 Posts: 2200

I don't know how you put up with that shit from a lad. I told my wife one time to SHUT UP and she beat the tar out of me. Laughing

Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 6:57 pm

Roycropper wrote:

There should be a megaphone icon or something for making a lad so angry that his neighbours complain about the disturbance at midnight.

What a great idea! Cool

Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 7:52 pm

Any update TM?

Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 8:09 pm

Hello Fridge! Loooong time, no see...

Yes. I do have one, but it is a long update and I haven't typed it yet as my PC keyboard is malfunctioning.

Anyway, I am expecting some more fun with LSK this coming weekend, so I have planned a double update afterwards.

Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 8:31 pm

Wow, just wow. bow_down

Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 4:45 pm

Ooh what a tease lol i love how effortlessly Mr Pr1cky gets a rant from lads! Razz

Obfuscated Mr. Pr1cky's name at the request of Mr. PR1cky himself. -luckey

Posted: Sat Nov 09, 2013 1:06 am

Wow great job! Very Happy

Posted: Sat Nov 09, 2013 3:52 pm

Just listened to Mr. Lee lose his mind. Brilliant as always, TM! Thumbs up

EDIT: I love that he's standing in his neighborhood at Midnight yelling "WAKE UP!!!" and "SHUT UP!!!" This is priceless. Twisted Evil

Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 2:16 am

Quote:

‘I LOVE KILL YOU .... .....’

Mr Lee scratched his backside as he looked out of his bedroom window. The sun was rising. Cockerels called noisily as they pecked around in the dust with their attendant hens. He spat at them as he pulled a cigarette out of a crumpled packet. It was Saturday 2 November. This was going to be a very special day. Mr Pr1cky had at last agreed to go to London to meet with Isaac. Pr1cky’s jeweller friend would be driving him to Covent Garden in London, where they would meet with the jeweller’s cousin, also a jeweller, and Isaac's gold sample would at long last be assayed. Once it checked out, Pr1cky would hand the $234 000 to Isaac and the Scam would be completed.

The stupid Maga thought that Lee would be inviting him over to Ghana, where he would meet the acclaimed Nigerian prophet T B Joshua. Lee had assured Pr1cky that the great Prophet would cure Pr1cky’s health problems and make him walk again. Little did Pr1cky know that he had more chance of Lassa Fever than of ever meeting Lee once he had stolen his money.

Then, it all went silent for Mr Lee. He was unable to raise Pr1cky on the phone all Saturday. The lazy and unpredictable Isaac told him that he hadn’t even bothered to go to the meeting. Lee had so far invested 8 months of his life into this Maga. Over £1000 had been spent on sending Isaac to London.

Where was Pr1cky now? What had happened to Lee’s $234 000 USD? What was going on? Mr Lee was going out of his mind with the stress and worry of it all.

Lee did not know that Pr1cky had received a completely unexpected e.mail on the night before the London meeting. It had changed everything!

Yes, Saturday was indeed going to be a very special day.

Actually, it would be more ‘special’ than Mr Lee could have ever imagined...

Quote:

Dear Mr Lee,

This is Pr1cky. It is now Monday morning. Thank you for your 2 e.mails. You say that you are unaware what has been happening about my London trip. I am surprised, as I thought that Prophet T B Joshua would have spoken with you by now. Below is his e.mail to me from Friday evening:

Quote:

URGENT FROM PROPHET T.B JOSHUA

MY DEAR CHILD PR1CKY,

I AM PROPHET T.B JOSHUA FROM S.CO.A.N CHURCH, NIGERIA. I KNOW THAT MY DISCIPLE MR. LEE SAM KONG HAS SPOKEN WITH ME ABOUT YOUR HEALTH. I AGREED TO SEE YOU AT MY CHURCH IN IKOTUN-EGBE, LAGOS, WHERE I WILL USE MY ANOINTING WATER AND SURELY, WITHJ GODS GRACE, CURE YOU OF YOUR AILMENTS. THIS I PROMISE.

ANYWAY, NOW DOWNB TO BUSINESS MY DEAR PR1CKY. I KNOW FROM MR. LEE THAT YOU HAVE GENEROUSLY OFFERED TO GO TO LONDON TOMORROW, TO COMPLETE YOUR BUSINESS. I WAS VERY ANGRY WHEN I HEARD THIS, AS A SICK MAN SHOULD NOT TRAVEL SO FAR TO MEET A BOY WHO IS TOO LAZY TO COME TO YOUR HOME.

YOU MAY NOPT KLNOW THAT I HAVE ANOTHER S.C.O.A.N CHURCH IN LONDON AND SO, I AM PERSONALLY SNEDING 3 OF MY PASTORS TO MEET WITH YOU AT YOUR HOME TOMORROW. THEY WILL BRING WITH YOU THE SAMPLE OF GOLD FOR YOU TO ASSAY. GIVE THEM THE CASH AND THEY WILL TAKE IT TO ISSAC IN LONDON FOR YOU. THERE WILL BE NO CHARGE FOR THIS ERVICE.

NOW, I WANT YOU TO KEEP THIS ARRANGEMNET STRICTLTY CONFIDENTIAL FOR NOW. MR LEE AND ISSAC MUST NOT KNOW UNTIL I TELL THEM TOMOROW EVENING. IT WILL BE A HAPPY SURPRISE FOR THEM.#

MY PASTORS WILL BE WITH YOU TOMORROW AT MIDDAY TO ONE O’CLOCK. THEY WILL CALL YOU AT 12 MIDDAY, SO KEEP YOUR OPHONES NOW OFF UNTIL THEN.##

THIS IS GOD SWILL. I BLESS YOU MY DEAR CHILD.

YOURS IN GOD,

PROPHET T.B. JOSHUA

The Synagogue, Church Of All Nations
Partnering with Mr Lee Sam Kong

Anyway, Mr Lee, the 3 Pastors came to my place today around 1230 hrs. They travelled from London by rail and then got a taxi to the car park up here. The jeweller drove me there and we met them all. Unlike Isaac, they came to my home. Pastor Mb@yo brought a kilo of Gold Dust and fished out a small sample, which the jeweller took away to assay. Meanwhile, Pastors Kofi and Kojo talked with me about the great work of the Prophet T B Joshua. The jeweller called me to confirm that the Gold Dust assayed at 22 carats. I then handed over the cash, as you and I had agreed. It was the GBP equivalent of $234 000 USD, which is £146 900 GBP.

We sent the jeweller’s cousin in London to meet with Isaac at the bar, but he did not turn up. You made a BIG mistake, using someone like this to handle such a deal. He is lazy and incompetent.

Despite Isaac’s apathy, I did my duty towards him and peeled off a few thousand pounds in cash for Isaac. I asked Pastor Kojo to give the money to Isaac in London this evening. He promised me that he would do so.

Before they left, they anointed my head with some of the Prophet’s anointing water. I felt very sleepy afterwards.

Now, so you may feel secure in all of this, I took some pictures with my mobile phone. I attach these.

1. Pic of Pastor Kofi in the car park, waiting to use the public toilet.
2. Pic of Pastor Mb@yo with the Gold Dust.
3. Pic of the Gold sample for Assay.
4. Pic of Pastor Kojo leaving at his taxi. You can see my briefcase in his hand.
5. Pic of the cash for Isaac, together with a handwritten note I made for him.

Well, my friend, when will the Gold be shipped to me?

Yours,

Pr1cky

As Mr Lee soaked in the words on the monitor a few inches front of him, he broke out in a sweat. The photos caused a dull pain in his left chest. A mixture of frustration, anger, and terrible depression washed over him, numbing his senses. Those b*st*rd Nigerian e.mail harkers had chopped his deal. It was all gone.

Lee hardly had the mental energy to log out of his e.mail. About to leave the cyber café, he noticed an e.mail in his Inbox. Maybe, just maybe, one of his many e.mail bombs had brought him a client. Possibly, just possibly, he could recoup the monies he owed the local mobsters that had financed Isaac’s passage to England. He opened the e.mail. It was another scathing message from the imposter Lee Sam Kong’s e.mail account:

Quote:

On Sun, Oct 27, 2013 at 10:07 PM, Lee Sam Kong <[email protected]> wrote:

GUY, STAY AWAY FOR DI MUGU. NA AM BI MINE . WI GET PISTOL NA CUTLASS. U
DEY DIGGIN UR GRAVE. I TEL U DI TRUTH, OK?

Lee Sam Kong

Lee had ignored all of the other mocking e.mails from his imposter, but this time, he lost his temper and hammered out a message on the keyboard:

Quote:

GUY YOU BE FOOL........... SHOW YOUR FACE......
YOU DEY TALK TO SPIRIT.
WORK WAY I WORK SINCE 2012. I LOVE KILL YOU .... .....

Mr Lee stormed out of the cyber café and kicked a tin can so hard that it wrapped itself around his shoe. He hopped on one leg, trying to wrest it off, whilst a local man sat chewing a stick watched him with evident glee.

It had been a very bad day.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6t4Oe9ruwGQ

NB: Three of the Pics used in this Bait were actually obtained from Lads in this Safari with Dr Mike: http://forum.419eater.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=235233&highlight=