David Zuma Esq. (For Trustees)
Managing Partner (Zuma Chambers)
Pretoria, South Africa
Email: davidzuma@ananzi.co.za
NOTIFICATION OF BEQUEST:
On behalf of the Trustees and Executor of the estate of Late Mr. Brian York, I once again try to
notify you as my earlier letter was returned undelivered. I hereby attempt to reach you again by
this same email address on the WILL. I wish to notify you that late Mr. Brian York made you a
beneficiary to his WILL. He left the sum of Five Million One Hundred Thousand Dollars
(USD$5,100.000.00) to you in the codicil and last testament to his will. Please if I reach you as I
am hopeful, Endeavour to get back to me as soon as possible to enable me conclude my job. I
hope to hear from you in no distant date.
PLEASE GET BACK TO ME WITH THIS EMAIL ADDRESS (davidzuma@ananzi.co.za)
Yours in His service,
Barr, David Zuma.
& I was worried about how to pay the electric bill... I received the above Email this morning. I am so excited! I think I will give notice at my job & stop by on the way home to buy that 2010 Passat convertible that I have been having Auto Erotica dreams about. I can pay off my mortgage, hell... I can pay off my friends' mortgages. The Husband & I can travel to the cities of my blogger buddies, & I can take them out for cocktails! I will donate a new wing, just for terriers, at the Portland Humane Society. I need to take the Husband cloths shopping, & not at The Gap, we are headed to Barney's. I can run for mayor of Portland, & buy my way into office! I just have to come up with the $5000 fee, & my bank account information that Mr. Zuma needs to wire the $5,100,000 to my account. Drinks are on me!
I don't recall who Mr. Brian York was, God rest his soul. I think that I may of had sex with him in the mid-1970s. I seem to remember a guy with a South African accent that I met at Studio One in West Hollywood in the summer of 1976. He held this little brown bottle under my nose while we were dancing.. It made me feel all sexy. I mentioned that I hated the apartheid thing, but that I admired his pecs & he suggested we get ourselves to his room at the Chateau Marmont. Apparently it was memorable, momentous, & mind blowing. I always suspected that I had "special" talents, & now they have finally paid off. It seems it does pay to be a slut.
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