(For the record, my entry on Rev. Falwell was not of rejoicing of his death. It was more a celebration of someone who gave me -- and probably continue to give me -- great material for fun LJ entries. Particularly related to the newly discovered "Falwell Effect.")
At any rate, I was reviewing my "Bulk" (read "Spam") filter in my account, when I discovered that the darned thing had mistaken some regular mail for spam, as follows:
1. Message from a fellow Pontoon, requesting info on a pavilion we have for sale. Subject: "Tent?"
2. Message from rheabecc. Subject: "Books?"
3. Message from Bernina Machines. Subject: "Bernina News"
4. Message from the curator of the Livrustkammaren Museum in Stockholm. Subject: "The Doll"
If you take into account that these messages were thrown together with ads for penis enlargement miracle pills and offers from the ex-President of Timbuctu, this could be the beginning of an interesting story.
Bonus points if you throw some ads for gambling places.
Hmmmm . . .
The Doll was living in a tent, reading a book, when the doorbell rang, and lo and behold, there was the ex-President of Timbuctu, who wanted to ask her on a date to play Bingo.
Regretabbly, at one point Mr. Mobutu discovered to his consternation that he was in dire need of some Phentermine (or maybe it was Phenergan), whereas he had no other choice but to send out an urgent message asking for volunteers to act as his legal agents and give him their bank account information.
This made absolutely no sense, but it didn't make much difference as everyone got busy watching some adult movies and playing a game of strip Scrabble involving a yo-yo, a pencil sharpener and some bubble gum, until the Doll told everyone to get out of her tent or she would call the police and get a restraining order.
Eventually everyone left when the Doll started beating everyone up with her Bernina sewing machine.
After she kicked everyone out, the Doll got back to her book, in her tent, with her Bernina, and lived happily ever after.