Stanley Hooks a boot.

I hate craigslist. No. Actually, I hate the people who contact me from craigslist. Sure, there have been a few really nice folks, but they're just that. A few. Most of my dealings have been with fucking morons.

• People who want to buy something, but have no clue how to transport it.
• People who email, expressing interest in a product, never to resurface again.
• People from Nigeria (or the like) who really think I'm going to cash their f'ing money order for a f'ing swingset.

Yeah, Stanley Hooks (stanleyhook.love@yahoo.com or stanleyhook.love01@gmail.com), that's you, you dirtbag.

Do I sound mad? You bet I am. This douchebag wasted 24 hours of my time with his emails. It started innocently enough like any relationship does. But, it ended with a messy separation, like so many relationships do.

He was interested. I was excited. $700!
We engaged in dialogue.
It seemed like it would work.
I asked for some personal information.
He went single white female crazy and sent a nonsensical email.
I considered replying, telling him to fuck off, but Mike doesn't like when I invite trouble. Instead, I ceased and desisted all communication.

Oh, Stanley. Isn't there a McDonald's in Nigeria where you can make an honest buck? Seriously. Do you get your rocks off bilking innocent people on craigslist? You are a loser. If you really want your scam to work, maybe take a few ESL courses in between writing your incredibly inarticulate emails. Better yet, why don't you outsource your faux communication to India where the people at least know how to type a sentence in another language? You might have a prayer of making a dishonest buck then, you tool.

You tried to hook me, but you got the boot. I only wish I could have shoved it so far up your ass, you'd have choked on it. Cheers!