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Mon Aug 06 2007 08:06 NetHack spam:
You bounce around trying to find a lead provider that is solid.
You are skeptical of trying again.
You still need a boost in business.
--more--
(via
Raven Black)
Tue Aug 07 2007 09:20 Candle-Ends:
- Did the great Par-Salian send you.
Uh, no, no, I just need a signature for this parcel.
- Hey Natural and Safe way to enlarge Tabitha Montgomery?
No, that looks pretty unnatural and dangerous to me.
- Save candle-ends on branded quality medications!
Serving the post-apocalypse barter market since 2039.
- Check out the wonders of pound melting
Six grams of resaleable copper can be yours!
- Claim your cash for that painful whiplash
Claim your riches for those terrible itches.
- Don't let ED affect your sex life!
Just pretend he's not there.
- Free home-based vacancies.
Become a burglar today!
- Want to earn good money? No problem, just look at this.
Become a laser-pointer safety tester today!
Sun Aug 12 2007 08:06 Citizen M142A9, Report To Municipal Comfort Station:
Pulp sci-fi spam:
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handsome uxj Female xig posing for fgv Human!
Kinky!
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Don't be left out, join millions of men in the revolution
The real reason the Empire cracks down on spam.
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Separate yourself from other men
Defy the hive mind!
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Under the money-moon
Ferengi barbershop quartets make a comeback. This spam urges "Don't be happy w
ith your preceding success"
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Virgins always laughed at me and even gentlemans did in the municipal comfort station!
Well, now I whizgiggle at them, because I took M_E GA D IK
for 4 months and now my putz is extremely bigger than world.
Sun Aug 12 2007 10:38 halfhearted bodice ripper:
"Oh Reynaldo," yawned Beatriz, "truly, your kisses set me aflame."
"Just a minute," said Reynaldo, mashing buttons, tongue through his teeth in concentration. "If I make this conversion, we go to the Super Bowl."
"I am sure your arch-rival Don Vicente could never match them," growls Beatriz.
"Fine," snaps Reynaldo. "Fine! Um, your body is the flame, my darling, and I am drawn like a moth to its doom, etcetera."
Beatriz taps away at the keyboard. "Okay!" she says. "Good. Now give me a euphemism for 'penis.'"
"Oh, just check your spam folder," grumbles Reynaldo, as the Patriots pile on.