Lol I love this one. |
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I got one “hi, do you remember me?”
I replied, “how could I forget? That incident was very memorable and not in a good way. You must be very embarrassed.” No reply. |
| Every time I get one of these, I just send them a picture of my cat's anus when it had an infection (cat is fine now). |
| block |
| I get a lot of "how are you doing today". I've started responding "fanf#ckingtabulous" and blocking them. |
I usually just block but sometimes I will tell them to find real jobs and stop scamming vulnerable lonely people before I block. Unfortunately there are a lot of lonely people out there and many people get sucked in |
This is great! |
| What can do they do with your cell phone number and name? |
What is the purpose of hacking dead People's Facebook pages and messaging the deceased's friends? |
| I got one w a pic of a puppy asking what my recommendation on feeding sick puppy was. |
It has nothing to do with figuring out if it’s a real number. They can do that because they can see if the number is registered. And they can also call it and see if it goes to voicemail. |
| I get these often and also a lot of the political/fundraiser texts who invariably address me as “Fradel” and I just wish I could remember if I ever wrote in the fake name Fradel on something cause it really cracks me up. |
100% this. I am embarrassed to admit that on a work trip I once catfished someone all week who pulled this with me. And I'm a straight married woman. I started off my reply with 'thank you. my family always says I am too trusting. and handsome....' and it went from there. Every night I would report in to DH with how far I was getting with this dude who was pretending to be a wealthy available young woman. By day three I was texting that I was always messing up my bills/credit cards due to memory issues and s/he offered to help if I could send my credit card numbers. I agreed as I had 'a lot of money I didn't want someone to steal'... I then bought time by agreeing... but was 'not tech savvy' and proceeded to send a bunch of blurry photos of credit card images I found online and maybe a few dick picks that were actually my blurry thumb above the bathroom tiles. It was killing him/her and I was THRIVING/living my best life. It really killed a lot of time every night; I felt pretty accomplished. On the next trip I tried to keep it going but no response. *sigh. |