This little gem came into my work e-mail Friday afternoon:

Subject: birth date sauce

right behind my jaw sort of. No, it's not a lymph node.
Not getting religion, of course, but goodies at a rummage sale.
The first night there I laid in my bed, and listened to the squeaks of my fellow campers' bunks and plastic mattresses until the reveille sounded the next morning.
I have tried all sorts of interweb found remedies to get rid of the buggers, but they seem to bounce back after all of them.
He responded with cowering, as he should have!
I don't understand why they couldn't just have a bottle of mustard for each table and refill the bottle with their crappy camp-grade mustard.
I'd always distrusted it as a condiment, not like ketchup. It's still a lot better than nothin'.
I have tried all sorts of interweb found remedies to get rid of the buggers, but they seem to bounce back after all of them. I have tried all sorts of interweb found remedies to get rid of the buggers, but they seem to bounce back after all of them. com - Fuimos a visitar a unos familiares y en un paseo casi me muero.
He responded with cowering, as he should have!
ketchup, mustard, mayo.
I don't understand why they couldn't just have a bottle of mustard for each table and refill the bottle with their crappy camp-grade mustard. even peanut butter and jelly. Hurray for the internet!
Either way, that's one colored squeeze bottle sauce I can trust, even if it has several aliases.
I have two more camp stories I plan on telling before the week closes, and a long needed contest update, but as per usual I've been distracted by other tasks. Then we had to report to the flag pole because free time was over and it was time for some structured activity.
He responded with cowering, as he should have!
It is my obligation as a female on the Interweb, so I'm going to ride this getting older deal like a pony.
but being back to work seems quite surreal.
right behind my jaw sort of. After collecting five of them, I noticed my parents' dog, Willow, running back and forth along the rear wall of the house as if he'd found something very good. Also entertainment, business, science, technology and health news.
We never came close to using all the mustard in the bowl. Eventually I felt like I was going to collapse, and one of the counsellors had to take me to the infirmary.
I am going to try to embrace the whole idea of whoring the fact it's my birthday and see where it gets me.
Now with out further explanation, I must stop my eyeballs from bleeding by getting away from the computer as fast as possible. The ants eating sugar water out of their butts may have something to do with it, me thinks.

Interesting. What was the address? That doesn't look like normal spam . . .

Haha, good topic Tommy boy!  Here's one I just got today..

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Subject: "Re:" - From: "Dee Benoit"

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. b. Because it was that bitter taste which brought the high tide in over the piling. I'll duck one of the two capsules she gives me every other time she brings them. Because it was that bitter taste which brought the high tide in over the piling. He lay in bed looking at the ceiling, his throat dry and his heart beating fast. Enough so he had gone into what she called respiratory depression at least once. Two. Good. Yes. N's! N.

It spilled out of his fingers onto the board and then skittered toward the edge. Because it was that bitter taste which brought the high tide in over the piling. He could vaguely remember drinking his own piss, how hot it had been, how salty. Because it was that bitter taste which brought the high tide in over the piling. Enough so he had gone into what she called respiratory depression at least once. He lay in bed looking at the ceiling, his throat dry and his heart beating fast. Because it was that bitter taste which brought the high tide in over the piling. He lay in bed looking at the ceiling, his throat dry and his heart beating fast. I was hoping Misery's Child would finally be out in paperback, but no such luck. He could vaguely remember drinking his own piss, how hot it had been, how salty. I'll duck one of the two capsules she gives me every other time she brings them.

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Riiiiight..

-Mike

I have heard that some spam is automatically generated by piecing together different parts of documents on people's computers in order to appear somewhat relevant to the people on the infected person's address book.  No idea if the above is this kind or not, but who knows.

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I always seem to get spam that offer me penis enlargements. I'd like to say I don't need them but...

Yeah, I see some of the literary kind at work, and there was a report about it on NPR in August. Check it out, ha:

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/stor … Id=5624749

My friends and I have been referring to this kind of email as spam poetry, or spammetry for short.

I get those a lot, too. I wonder why some people get different spams?