Heather's Inbox

last week I had a lovely little conversation with an African man who wanted to comfort me after reading my post about setting fire to my boyfriend's ex girlfriends. He was a real sweetie. Well, I mean as sweet as an intellectually deranged Gambian scammer can be. He'd apparently heard of my home country "Durkastan" and generally talks a lot of nonsense so this week I thought I'd try making up a few words to see if he understood what I was talking about. He's doing quite well so far...

Part of me would like to visit Africa and see for myself how all the billions we've donated to the country has been spent. It seems that, other than the corrupt governments stealing most of it, the majority of the population has invested in internet connectivity and mobile phones rather than clean water and toilet paper. They then try making money by scamming the intellectually challenged idiots on Facebook. Or, in this case, getting subtly mocked for their lack of general understanding.

I imagine Indian men spend most of their life being told to fuck off by women on Facebook. So what happens when I give a horny Indian a taste of their own medicine? I get blocked in 5 minutes. I don't know why I didn't think of this before...