Rkitko
08-16-2006, 03:13 AM
I'm constantly amused by the spam I receive daily. At the bottom of nearly every message (my lovely gmail account filters out all the nasty images and links that could get me in trouble), there are a few lines of spambot-generated prose. Other times, it appears as if they've ripped off a small section of a novel.
I thought I would share and encourage others to share as well!
(Note: most of the following come from viagra or cialis spam ads--I find they're often the most creative in trying to get around my spam filters)
Where they will investigate and find the alien
artifact and get it back so I can have the antidote.
Before we start operations I will need three million Interstellar
Credits. In coins that have been newly minted here.
No way, he snarled. Funds will be supplied as needed.
Right. He slammed down into a chair. If that is a beer Ill have
one too. No I wont. A double, no a treble high-octane whisky. No ice.
His eyes were wide, red, angry. His arched fingers reached for me. I
feinted a fist at his jaw, saw him move to block it. Kept turning in
an unstoppable kick to his knee.
and the more incoherent one....
mothers pillow-and steal it.
I only hoped that this mixture of innuendo, hints and suggestions had
I have never seen a more artificial artificial dog in my life!
least a year, so it could spare a few volts now. I pulled the
to death.
written.
time-what had it done for my personal poisonous deadline! I groped for
impervious to our help. He gulped down the dregs and I had the
It chose not to answer me. Nor did I expect it to. This was my
over all of the possibilities, had returned always to the only viable
thought enough of this assignment to take a leave from my desk. Great
I thought I would share and encourage others to share as well!
(Note: most of the following come from viagra or cialis spam ads--I find they're often the most creative in trying to get around my spam filters)
Where they will investigate and find the alien
artifact and get it back so I can have the antidote.
Before we start operations I will need three million Interstellar
Credits. In coins that have been newly minted here.
No way, he snarled. Funds will be supplied as needed.
Right. He slammed down into a chair. If that is a beer Ill have
one too. No I wont. A double, no a treble high-octane whisky. No ice.
His eyes were wide, red, angry. His arched fingers reached for me. I
feinted a fist at his jaw, saw him move to block it. Kept turning in
an unstoppable kick to his knee.
and the more incoherent one....
mothers pillow-and steal it.
I only hoped that this mixture of innuendo, hints and suggestions had
I have never seen a more artificial artificial dog in my life!
least a year, so it could spare a few volts now. I pulled the
to death.
written.
time-what had it done for my personal poisonous deadline! I groped for
impervious to our help. He gulped down the dregs and I had the
It chose not to answer me. Nor did I expect it to. This was my
over all of the possibilities, had returned always to the only viable
thought enough of this assignment to take a leave from my desk. Great