Need a job? Want a bulldog?
The "ads" started flowing into our office just after the new year.
At first, it was bulldogs. The "e-mailer" from Augusta was offering "beautiful puppies" for a price, and he offered to pay for the ad with a credit card number.
Then four other e-mails flowed in with similar ads.
Fishy, fishy, fishy.
But it was an e-mail from a "Gwen Michael" over the weekend that really caught my eye.
Mr. Michael needs a few folks to work part-time and make $3,000 per month, plus benefits.
Best of all, Mr. Michael is from Augusta - according to the e-mail.
And that's where his ploy fell apart. Aside from a stack of grammar and spelling errors in the e-mail, there's not a 30999 zip code in Augusta, nor is there a 206 area code.
In today's world of millionaire Nigerian exiles, free Applebee's gift certificates for a forwarded message and other inbox "glurge," there's even more reason to heed the old "If it sounds too good to be true, it probably is" cliche.
Especially if there's money or bulldogs involved.
Speaking, sort of, of Bulldogs, I'm still scarred by what I saw at The Brickyard on Saturday.
And I've seen Mike Carrington dressed as a woman.
Still, the sight of the powderpuff cheerleaders was stomach-churning.
As I told them, they need to hand out shots of alcohol if they are going to dress like that next year.
Still the inaugural Black and Gold Bowl was for a good cause: Thomson High School science students used the powderpuff game to help raise money for the science club's planned trip to the Marine Research Institute in the Florida Keys.
Organizers Ken and Jody Keith, along with the various volunteers - including The McDuffie Mirror's own Kristopher Wells, who served as a referee - deserve a pat on the back for giving up part of their Saturday to help the science club.
For those wondering, Jake the Snake is back home.
The Blalocks got a call Thursday from a neighbor (who called police first) after the six-foot-long boa constrictor slithered across her yard.
Ginger Blalock said in an e-mail she found her sons' snake nestled partially under a patch of pine straw.
"He was as cold as a wedge of ice when I picked him up," she said.
Such snakes are very susceptible to the cold and should never be exposed to temperatures under 75 degrees, Ms. Blalock said. In this case, Jake spent more than four days in dangerous temperatures.
But, so far, he's doing OK, basking in the glow of his heat lamp.