Shari, Shari baby

 

We ended yesterday's post with a picture of a stuffed squirrel mounted on a tiny red Barnstormer biplane. It was all part of a online dialogue I had been having with "Shari Goscinak", one of a thousand, or a million, Internet scammers who seem to contact me every hour on the hour.

You know it's a scam when you receive an unsolicited LinkedIn email that reads like this:

"I was viewing your profile and found you have led a fascinating life. And have acquired a wealth of wisdom. If it is no bother I like to chat further. And make great lifetime friends with you."

If I were really fascinating, and full of wisdom, would I be wasting my time clapping back at Internet scammers and digging around for photos of dead stuffed squirrels on the internet?

Without further ado, let's pick with Shari where we left off yesterday...

Turns out Shari is really into taxidermy. And knows just the right words to keep my interest.

Isn't that nice, Shari is into animal husbandry and wants to touch the dead squirrel. However, Shari is also batshit crazy. Please note how many unanswered emails she sent me.

That was just Saturday. Here's Sunday. Easy, girl, there's only so much of Richie to go around.

What's wrong with me? I'm not sure I can answer that,

Seems that in addition to Internet scamming, Shari has a yearning desire to learn taxidermy.

The correspondence never stopped. And so I decided to send Shari on her merry scamming way. 

And what better way to stop beating a dead horse than with a dead owl.