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July 07, 2004
Huh?
the following six subject lines were attached to spam messages in my inbox this morning:
now i cant stop chirp wastewater
now that i am bryce woodpeck
cigar 52 maestros
was she wrong congress apple
she wont quit comatose convalescent
all i want is.. moustache logistic
any translators out there that can tell me what the hell they were trying to sell me?
Posted by P at July 7, 2004 06:08 AM
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~wait a second, not one mention of a reduced mortgage quote, a large cash award from a lottery in Nigeria or penis enlargement possibility...it can't be spam...nope~
Posted by: btezra at July 7, 2004 06:14 AM
yeah, actually that "she won't quit comatose convalescent" one was from me. it wasn't spam, it was a poem.
sheesh, you try and do something nice for a guy ...
Posted by: tj at July 7, 2004 09:12 AM
I dunno, more spam? I mean, who really opens that stuff anymore?
Posted by: Kev at July 7, 2004 11:48 AM
mustache logistic, of course - it's all the rage in Paris, you know.
Posted by: Jules at July 7, 2004 12:58 PM
Obviously from the same people that sent mine... urethra gaslight fleshy... they're on a roll today!
Posted by: Empress at July 7, 2004 06:33 PM