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Hello my friend!
I am ready to kill myself and eat my dog, if medicine prices here (http://fathersay.hk) are bad.
Look, the site and call me 1-800 if its wrong..
My dog and I are still alive 🙂
We all hate spam — it’s a pain in the ass to sort through all the crap to get to the couple real messages in your inbox. It’s a waste of our time and money, right? But on the other hand, there are those messages that come once in a while that are just beautiful examples of spam-as-poetry, spam-as-post-postmodern-art, spam-as-sheer-dada-brilliance.
Here’s one:
From: btradecome@tradecom.be
Subject: Mine aimBut know I think and.
Date: December 14, 2006 12:25:54 PM CST
To: Adam Altman
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And there was never virgin.
this planet sucks
why are there people out there who are able to spend their time solely dropping tons and tons of spam into my various email boxes? or, for that matter, on my answering machine?
get home last night and there are two messages (one at 9:50, the other at 3:30) — women, not saying where they’re calling from, but saying they have “great news” for me and I should call them back at my earliest convenience. now, honestly, they could be calling to say I’ve won a billion dollars, but more likely, it’s some, “you might win this, you might win this, we’ve got a vacation for you to come look at some time-share property” bullshit.
but in the back of my mind, i just can’t say for sure.
wishing i could live issue free….