I challenge you to make your own spamusement!

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I received that in email today. Lovely, innit? Every time I send it to someone over AIM, they disappear into “away”. *grin* I think it’s a secret weapon of some sort!

I’ll have to remember it the next time I receive unwelcome messages. ;)

~ by Skennedy on March 22, 2006.

Posted in amusements, Uncategorized

16 Responses to “I challenge you to make your own spamusement!”

  1. i got two of the following the other day, apparently its from a 20th century Russian satirical novel. i got a different passage from the same book in each email. they got through gmail’s filter, but once i flagged them as spam, i didn’t get any more

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    coffeejedi said this on March 22, 2006 at 2:44 pm

  2. If I ever decide to write fiction I plan on name characters after spam “senders”. The non-trashy ones can be quite interesting.

    jadesfire55 said this on March 22, 2006 at 2:54 pm

  3. Occassionally. you make my brain hurt.

    commodoresexual said this on March 22, 2006 at 3:02 pm

  4. I recieved a piece of spam that had a paragraph right from the Cryptonomicon. I decided that that was the coolest piece of spam I evar received. I think I posted the contents, then deleted it.

    plasmonicgrid said this on March 22, 2006 at 3:12 pm

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      plasmonicgrid said this on March 22, 2006 at 3:36 pm

  5. A friend suggested that I send an email to a few friends who are notorious at taking 23457475 months to respond to an email, so I gakked your text.

    deridere said this on March 22, 2006 at 3:13 pm

  6. This is a sign of the apocalypse: that the spam will begin to hold more tang and allure than than most regular, friendly emails.

    myopicgreen said this on March 22, 2006 at 5:41 pm

  7. I was having coffee with real people who were talking to me. I wasn’t hiding from you.

    perfect_autumn said this on March 22, 2006 at 7:53 pm

  8. Just recieved this one today….

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    wolfwitch said this on March 23, 2006 at 10:34 am

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