The adventures of Almigo

It's cold (well it is here where the temps hit 0 Celsius/32 F this morning). Your supercoach team like mine might not be doing any good currently . You may be in some sort of lockdown currently (most likely Covid related but we'll also accept prison terms and prisoner of war situations where you strangely still have internet access.) You've hit a dry spell or can't master that Bulgarian split squat. Good morning Albury, you are cold today! What you need now is a laugh, possibly at someone else's expense. In that case I built a handy list!

Brandy's trying to bribe me with coffee not to mention the shocking round he's just endured and is thinking of pulling the pin early. Matt's crowing (naturally) while Tim is interstate currently which explains why it's so quiet (and why he hasn't tried to get any players out of me this week.) While that's going on, I've just been thrown a completely new hurdle. Just when things couldn't be anymore challenging..

Sigh, I don't know why I bother some times.  I've been communicating with a scammer (well more wasting their time as it's something I thoroughly enjoy doing as you'll undoubtedly read many times in this blog) and to really spice up the supposed relationship we were having, my character sent through some of his best written erotica, created from his time selling furniture.   I know, sounds hot right? But now the scammer has disappeared and even worse, didn't comment on the saucy prose once! What's a lonely fake furniture shop owner to do now?

Congratulations and disbelief. It's been a world of mixed emotions in the office over the last couple of days as Matt tucks into some humble pie after losing last round while Tyson gets excited by my victory and Tim explains the feeling in a sentence I really can't use here.  But you're only as good as your next round and something tells me I'm in for a fair challenge again as we take on the Marlon Brando's for the second time..

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Flex Daddy is crowing. I owe the Marlon Brando's a six pack of beer. Matt from Matt's Crowe's comes up with a ridiculous wager. It's a busy Monday after buying a ticket to journey back on the losing train..

You know how you put together something without instructions and even though it looks like it shouldn't work, somehow it does? That's where my team is at right now, with me screaming DON'T BLOODY TOUCH IT! Anytime someone pops up and tries to have some input. We're two wins in a row now and I'm doing precious little this week to (hopefully) keep that success train chugging along...

So looking back on my old emails (and wondering about strange addresses I once sent myself) it turns out that I have met a lot of eligible single ladies in my time! Yes they may be are all scam artists from Nigeria and were/are mostly men pretending to be female but these lovely ladies all have mythical millions of dollars (and love, but mostly made up millions) to share and are looking to fleece you of every cent you ever owned  for their Romeo.  There's more than a fair chance that every photo like this is stolen too. Or Juliet, lets be honest they don't really care that much. So without any further ado, let's meet a few of our risky free princesses shall we?