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From: Max Schenk [mailto:bratwurstparty@yahoo.com]
Sent: Monday, 8 February 2010 6:02 AM
To: bratwurstparty@yahoo.com

Subject: Guten Tag


Guten tag,


Thank you for receiving my email. You are obviously a most smart person as I anticipated you to be.



My name is Max Schenk III. I live in Berlin and have all my life. As a shock this may come but I am living in the year 1945. It is April but I don’t know the day as the Russians have blown up my wall calendar. My parents have been killed in an air raid by the Americans and now sad I am. On the side of happiness I was pleased that they left me $125,000,000.00 dollars in USA twenty dollar bills.


I write from the past as I sense you are a person with who business I can do. Time is my problem you see. That and the Russians who seem to have surrounded Berlin. This is most inconvenient. What I would like is for you to accept my deposit of the money I mentioned as I think the Russians will spend it on potatoes and tractors.

I have nearly finished a time machine I have fashioned from snot and rats which I will transmit the money to your bank account. I expect 2010 to be a great year. I look forward to meeting you on the day so we can party. I expect I will be old by then. Hopefully not dead. But with money and technology we can still party or bring me back from the dead. I look forward to the internet which I have obviously tackled by sending this email. I stored this message in an old phone which went in a time capsule. Hopefully they have dug up the phone and plugged it in, transmitting message to you. Please go to your nearest time portal and send me your details to address 27D Kurfurstendamm, Berlin April 1945. Don’t know the exact day like I said. But your technology will be much better. I look forward to space hotel on the moon and getting naked with Mars babes.

Your help I hope for. Things are not so cheery right now as my house is surrounded by dead Russians and a bit wiffy it is. I hope for us to be good friends. Maybe more so when future doctors spice my aging bratwurst.

Love,



Max



PS. My friend Adolf and Herman want to know if you could hold some stuff, too. Your choice. No biggy.
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