I love to phish! I have since it first came about. I know that sounds crazy, but rarely does one get such opportunities!

Let me explain. When I get a notice to update all my personal information for the banks I don’t have money in, and some of them that I do, I can hardly wait to fill in the blanks!

I am personally registered with numerous phishing supply companies as Fred Flintstone of Bedrock, MA. They know about my daughter, Pebbles, and my job at the quarry, plus my income, to the nearest clam, and my credit card numbers, SS#, date of birth, and mother’s maiden name (Petrifina). I know it will be very useful to them.

So I have fun with them! You should, too!

Now the Nigerian scammers, that is another story. I faithfully answer every wonderful opportunity for vast riches with the dormant bank accounts, overpayments from oil companies, death-escrowed $40,000,000, of which I get 10-20% (more if I negotiate with the poor widow) that I get. But my answer to them is a resounding “You should be ashamed of yourself! Does your mother know what you are doing?”

I have yet to get an answer… or a penny…

And let’s not get into the automatic dialers. I speak the best fake Chinese on the planet! [Warren Ward]