It is humorous. I am sure you have all received those emails to
forward to all of your friends for good luck… blah, blah, blah.
Well, this guy apparantly got tired of them and his email has been
circulating now. Must have had a bad day, this guy….

Hello, my name is Basmati Kasaar. I am suffering from rare and deadly
diseases, poor scores on final exams, extreme virginity, fear of being
kidnapped and executed by anal electrocution, and guilt for not
forwarding out 50 billion fucking chain letters sent to me by people
who actually believe that if you send them on, then that poor
6-year-old girl in Arkansas with a breast on her forehead will be able
to raise enough money to have it removed before her redneck parents
sell her off to the travelling freak how. Do you honestly believe that
Bill Gates is going to give you and everyone you send “his” email to
$1000? How stupid are you? “Ooooh, lookyhere! If I scroll down this
page and make a wish, I’l get laid by every Playboy model in the
magazine!” What a bunch of bullshit. So basically, this message is a
big FUCK YOU to all the people out there who have nothing better to do
than to send me stupid chain mail forwards. Maybe the evil chain letter
leprechauns will come into my apartment and sodomize me in my sleep
for not continuing the chain which was started by Jesus in 5 A.D. and
was brought to this country by midget pilgrims on the Mayflower and
if it makes it to the year 2000, it’ll be in the Guinness Book of
World Records for longest continuous streak of blatant stupidity.
If you’re going to forward something, at least send me something
mildly amusing. I’ve seen all the “send this to 50 of your closest
friends, and this poor, wretched excuse for a human being will
somehow receive a nickel from some omniscient being” forwards about
90 times. I don’t care. Show a little intelligence and think about
what you’re actually contributing to by sending out forwards. Chances
are it’s your own unpopularity. The point being? If you get some chain
letter that’s threatening to leave you shagless or luckless for the
rest of your life, delete it. If it’s funny, send it on. Don’t piss
people off by making them feel guilty about a leper in Botswana with
no teeth,
who’s been tied to a dead elephant for 27 years, whose only savior is
the 5 cents per letter he’ll receive if you forward this mail,
otherwise you’ll end up like Miranda. Right? Now forward this to
everyone you know. Otherwise, tomorrow morning your underwear will
turn carnivorous and will consume your genitals.

TOP TEN WAYS TO DEAL WITH THE MILLENNIUM BUG (COMPUTER SYSTEMS
UNABLE TO RECOGNIZE THE YEAR 2000)

10. Lay off the networks, and do all your home business accounting
on an Etch-a-Sketch.

9. Accept the fact that it’s going to be 1900 instead of 2000.
Get out the stovepipe hats and corsets — and party like its 1899.

8. Assume the crash position and kiss your assets goodbye.

7. Convince Martha Stewart to learn COBOL and reprogram all the
corporate computers in the world. Humour the obsessive-compulsive
homemaker by allowing her to put flounces on the mainframes.

6. Pray that Hale Bopp returns, and that all your problems will
disappear with a sip of spiked Kool-Aid.

5. Have a revolution. To recover part of the costs incurred by
upgrading, behead Bill Gates, and divide up his wealth among
every living North American — a hundred dollars each (the
revolution is the tricky part).

4. Figure out a superficially convincing, but inherently illogical
plan to make insane amounts of money from the transition — and
sell it over the Internet.

3, Go Mennonite.

2. Go Hutterite.

1. Go broke.