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Wednesday, May 23, 2007

I have one email account that is a spam magnet. I don't know why -- I have other accounts I use a lot more -- but for some reason, every time I log in, I've got at least 500 spams sitting in a little folder.

I usually take a quick look at them, just in case an actual message has slipped in there, and then I read a few spam. I always skip the ones offering free stuff, or dire warnings about how I need to update various accounts, but I like to look at the ones that I guess must be trying to sell something (or come bearing virus-laden attachments), but mostly contain random sentences.

Some of my favorites from today's batch:

His brush worry dark lip ornament upcurled, smiles superciliously it better the stole less payment.

His hair JOE at home and he began to drank. A bit too; tickling, typhoid political theory of space.

the gruff voice was gruffer than ever, eatable they could lay their hands on.

I think my favorite one is the second, because a he (let's call him Larry), left his hair, JOE, at home. (The DRAMA!) So Larry, naturally, had to start drinking...and then the tickling (and typhoid-laden!) political theory of space showed up. (PLOT TWIST!)

And that's it. They just leave you hanging, wondering what will happen to Larry. Will he be able to get back to his hair, JOE? What will the tickling (and typhoid laden) political theory of space do? Will it buy Larry's drinks? Will it try to steal JOE? Or will it just talk and talk and talk until Larry falls asleep into his drink?


Blogger Erin said...

Lol! I know what you mean, though. One of my email accounts is just like that.

May 23, 2007 11:21 AM  

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