Some people may consider this definition of 'scam' pushing it a little...
He burst into tears, terrified of the disfigurement he had just endured. How could he ever show his face again! Why were the people around him laughing?
He felt his face… wait… his nose was still there. Grandpa Joe had scammed him again! This was the worst sixth birthday ever!
Scam-Spam in a can. Rides the air waves, surfs a long board of anti privacy to dip deep, defile the passes to Pineapple prick express, expose views, visual cues—hot molten lava spew, brewed volcanic ashes tossed to Cloud minds to lie, suffocating life. A reign of terror that bites.
G. Thhrockmorton Ballscratch III, was born in 1984, and sole heir to his family’s fortune. Unlike his father and grandfather who were both misers, he was a philanthropist.
He enjoyed giving to a variety of charities, just to see their faces of gratitude.
You give me $20, I go make something real special we can sell for $500, easy! Then you keep the profits!
OK...................... Why you still here?
Waitin’
Aren’t you gonna go make that thing?
What thing?
Thing I gave you $20 to make.
What $20?
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NOTE: You may think this scam is way too primitive to work. But I've seen it work on family members and it is essentially the same scam SBF and other crypto/tech/fin bros pull on those clever VC companies all the time.
Now I wish I hadn't deleted all those emails from the prince...
PROMPT: SCAM
THE NEW BUSINESS
They desperately needed a name for their new financial business.
Market Research had strongly suggested customers liked something that was simple, and explained what the company did.
So they settled on ‘Stocks, Cyptocurrency and Money’.
It was only once they’d had everything printed they realised the first letters spelled ‘SCAM’… 😎
That was brilliant.
Snort laughter...
Some people may consider this definition of 'scam' pushing it a little...
He burst into tears, terrified of the disfigurement he had just endured. How could he ever show his face again! Why were the people around him laughing?
He felt his face… wait… his nose was still there. Grandpa Joe had scammed him again! This was the worst sixth birthday ever!
That's a very good interpretation of the Prompt. Nicely done... 😎
Scam-Spam in a can. Rides the air waves, surfs a long board of anti privacy to dip deep, defile the passes to Pineapple prick express, expose views, visual cues—hot molten lava spew, brewed volcanic ashes tossed to Cloud minds to lie, suffocating life. A reign of terror that bites.
G. Thhrockmorton Ballscratch III, was born in 1984, and sole heir to his family’s fortune. Unlike his father and grandfather who were both misers, he was a philanthropist.
He enjoyed giving to a variety of charities, just to see their faces of gratitude.
This ended when became a scam victim.
Hey buddy, got $20?
Why?
You give me $20, I go make something real special we can sell for $500, easy! Then you keep the profits!
OK...................... Why you still here?
Waitin’
Aren’t you gonna go make that thing?
What thing?
Thing I gave you $20 to make.
What $20?
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NOTE: You may think this scam is way too primitive to work. But I've seen it work on family members and it is essentially the same scam SBF and other crypto/tech/fin bros pull on those clever VC companies all the time.
:) Your mind...
My greatest weapon and my greatest enemy haha.