eureka street
I'm writing on a really great book for an English lit class about terrorism; it's called Eureka Street by Robert McLiam Wilson and it's about life in 1970s Belfast. I highly recommend it.
Anyway, a guy in the novel has the most brilliant get-rich-quick scheme: he places an ad in a smutty newspaper for a "GIANT DILDO!! BIGGEST DILDO EVER!!!" which promises to "THRILL EVERY WOMAN." He sells it for 9.99 pounds and requests payment by cheque, and offers a full refund if not completely satisfied (though he puts the disclaimer that "supplies are limited").
So he gets thousands of cheques mailed to him, and he writes them all back to say that supplies ran out. And he stamps every cheque with "Giant Dildo Refund!" as he mails them back, and manages to raise a few hundred grand with no work at all because everyone is too embarassed to cash the cheque.
Brilliant! Inspiring!
Oh, to perfect some sort of money-making, effortless scam.
Anyway, a guy in the novel has the most brilliant get-rich-quick scheme: he places an ad in a smutty newspaper for a "GIANT DILDO!! BIGGEST DILDO EVER!!!" which promises to "THRILL EVERY WOMAN." He sells it for 9.99 pounds and requests payment by cheque, and offers a full refund if not completely satisfied (though he puts the disclaimer that "supplies are limited").
So he gets thousands of cheques mailed to him, and he writes them all back to say that supplies ran out. And he stamps every cheque with "Giant Dildo Refund!" as he mails them back, and manages to raise a few hundred grand with no work at all because everyone is too embarassed to cash the cheque.
Brilliant! Inspiring!
Oh, to perfect some sort of money-making, effortless scam.