This copy of the "Lenny Chain Letter" has been around the world 3.67 times, possibly 3.69 times and now it has finally arrived at your door and it’s your turn to continue with the "chain letter" tradition.
As you may, or may not know, the proper procedure for passing along a "chain letter," is for the Chain letter receiver, here after referred to as the "CLR" to make ten (10) copies of the Lenny Chain Letter "LCL" and send them to ten (10) unsuspecting souls "US" that you think would be stupid enough to pass along. As an incentive to continue this time honor endeavor, the chain letter is always accompanied with a curse "C". This is no exception. So now you are an official "CLR" and have received a copy of "LCL" and naturally you don't want to incur the wrath of the "C". It’s your oblation to make ten (10) copies of the "LCL" and send them to ten (10) “US”, so they may in turn become “CLR”
You will find my E-mail address and bank account information at the end of the letter. All you have to do is send $5.00 to me and you will have "Good luck" and "Good fortune". OK, I know what your thinking, "Why should I send you $5.00?" Well, I'd think that 5 bucks is a small price to pay for happiness and prosperity, wouldn't you? You could hit the lotto or get lucky in Las Vegas, and it would all be because that I gave you "Good Luck." All right how about this, if you can't send the money at lease write me and inform me as to who sent to the "Lenny Chain Letter" and who you sent copies to and why. I'm serious about this; I want to see just how far it goes. And if you do answer I will guarantee you "Good luck" and "Good fortune" especially if you send the $5.00. If you are foolish enough to not respond, all I can say is that you have been WARNED!
Go ahead and ask "Lenny, just how bad could this "curse" really be?" Well funny you should ask, as I can give you an example that I think will help shed some light on just how serious the "curse" really can be. I shall share it with you it this time.
There once was this girl, who will remain anonymous to protect the innocent, but you may have read about it in news week or seen a recent 60 minutes episode on TV, who, after receiving her copy of the "Lenny Chain Letter" for some bizarre and unexplainable reason carelessly tossed her copy into the waste basket. What you are about to read are the unsettling but true events that were to be the last six hours of her pitiful and tragic life. It started out innocent enough; just a broken finger nail on her left little finger. I'm sure had she been aware of the ill fated chain of events that were to follow; she would not have been so fast in disposing on the "Lenny Chain Letter" in such a thoughtless and dangerous manner.
In a matter of minutes, after the ball of waded up paper that was once the "Lenny Chain Letter", came to rest in the bottom of the waste basket, she became aware of a slight itching feeling in her nose. Just a slight tingling sensation, but it would not go away, none the less. Scratching didn't seem to render any relief. Using her left little finger she inserted into the right nostril and then it happened. The nail broke off and lodged itself in the back recesses of her nose. Bleeding commenced almost immediately, and try as she might, she could not stop the ever increasing flow. No amounts of tissues were sufficient in soaking up the blood. It was dripping down on her brand new white dress that she had just purchased the day before. Justifiably concerned she decided to ca1l 911 for help. When she picked up the phone however, it slipped from her gasp due to the blood that still remained on her fingers, and struck her pet cat on the head. The cat now frighten and dazed ran into the field behind the house and was promptly attacked by a rabid coyote. The cat was able to escape from the coyote and somehow managed to crawl back into the house, where the girl feeling sorry for her beloved pet bent down to tend to it’s wounds, only to have the infected feline bite her savagely on the leg. This particular strain of rabies needed almost no incubation time and soon infiltrated her entire body. Uncontrollable vomiting was the first symptom, followed closely by a complete loss of bladder control, and finally the most hideous symptom of the all, an extreme case of P.M.S.
Realizing that she was in trouble she called her work to tell her boss that she would not be coming to work that day but would instead go to the doctors. Her understanding boss informed her that was the "last straw" and fired her on the spot.
She had the chi1ls now and started to shiver and decided to put on her jacket, but due to her deranged state of mind she put it on backward with the zipper in the back!
Feeling faint she somehow managed to make it to the garage only to discover that the car had a flat tire. After much fumbling with the "jack" she managed to change the tire. She backed the car out of the garage and pushed the button on the automatic garage door opener only to have the spring on the garage door break and the door came smashing down on the front windshield. Not being able to see clearly she ran the red light at the comer and collided with a big yellow school bus, causing the bus and a full load of screaming kids to plummet 2000 feet down the mountain and slowly sink into a shark infected lagoon.
The police and fire department were late getting to the scene, due to the fact that it was lunch time and they were all busy eating doughnuts over at the "Doughnut Hut" and really didn't want to be bothered. They finally did arrive however and discovered that she was trapped inside the burning car. The firemen used the "Jaws of life" to cut her out of the wreckage and commented that she was doing just fine until they turned her head around.
At the hospital things didn't get any better. The orderly that had wheeled her into the operating room was high on "crack" and had managed to accidentally mix her records up with another patient who was having a "rectal" transplant” The operation was a success, but an hour after the surgery while she was in the recovery room. The "Organ" rejected HER!
They finally hooked her up to a life support monitor and entire medical staff agreed that she had a slim chance of surviving. Unfortunately one of the kids from the big yellow school bus wandered into her room, and thinking the life support monitor was a new video game, got pissed because the "Game" was boring and pulled the plug.
According to one eye witness, her dying last words were "It was the…the…"Lenny Chain Letter...agghh"
I don't know, but if I were you I'd make those ten (10) copies and get them in the mail as soon as possible. And oh yeah, I just remembered what the Lenny Chain Letter is an about.
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Don't delay; don't miss out on all that "Good luck", send the $5.00 to
Lenny Oberg
3329 Faust Ave
Long Beach, Ca 90808
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