So this morning, Paprika reached out to all of her friends as well as some casual acquaintances, via Facebook.
It seems that she was robbed at gunpoint in London last night. The crooks took all of her money and her plane ticket, but fortunately not her passport, but she was stranded. She just needed a loan to pay for her hotel, get a cab to the airport and a plane ticket.
Personally, I don't know why she wouldn't have paid for her hotel with a credit card, and I would think the airport would be able to take care of her as long as she had her passport, but what do I know? I wasn't there.
Fortunately, I told her that I knew some guys in London who owed me cash and a favor. If she would just tell me where to meet her, I would send some guys over with 1,200 pounds for her. There was no need to worry about the safety of the transaction I told her, because I trusted these guys, and they were also very big. A bunch of hooligans I told her, but nice guys.
Anyway, if she would just give me a location, the six of them would bring her an envelope full of cash, and take her to the airport.
I'm not sure why, but she never responded after that. Then she even unfriended me.
Maybe it's because the real Paprika was sleeping soundly in Texas at the time.
Then again, what do I know.
So I'm happy she made it back to Texas safely without ever realizing the trauma she had been through in London, and here's hoping that Facebook fixes this ASAP.
Seriously.
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Gosh, I was thinking, 'What an ungratful bitch!' there for a second.
If you ever get a Facebook message from me saying I need money, the code word between us shall be, "Toughtitties."
It was only a matter of time for Facebook. Gotta admit, it's not doing my blood pressure any good these days anyway.
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