The Wisdom of Spam
I have many email addresses and some are probably more than 15 years old. As a result, I get a lot of spam - probably hundreds of messages per day. I pre-filter incoming email with a program called Mailwasher, and screen and delete spam before even retrieving it from my mail servers.
I don't understand the purpose of spam messages that contain nonsensical messages, but every once in awhile I get one that will amuse me.
Got this one this morning. Subject line: "Tell, Don't Sell". Body of the email said:
may you always have courage to take a chance and never find frogs in your underpants.
trust me, you'll want her working her magic on you.
when you need to be home, may you find your way.
here's an irish blessing from us to you...
you sit at the counter
good news!
i mean, look at her hair.
i am excited about my new running shoes.
i was chuckling while i cooked thinking about how my irish grandparents always had a plaque on their wall with this prayer on it: "may you be in heaven a half hour before the devil knows your dead" ha!
she's cute
in a tiny town in idaho
(so is corned beef if you've never tried it).
my sister and hair stylist, coco, is coming to utah county once again to meet our hair needs.
the ms craft dept was featured in an article, and their personal crafting projects were shown.
and a delicious coke.
there's a tiny restaurant
let's give a hand to the world, for everything it can do!!
i want those red boots and that coat.
she's amazing.
i am going to turn on some good music and choose to be happy.
Pretty deep stuff, no?
I don't understand the purpose of spam messages that contain nonsensical messages, but every once in awhile I get one that will amuse me.
Got this one this morning. Subject line: "Tell, Don't Sell". Body of the email said:
may you always have courage to take a chance and never find frogs in your underpants.
trust me, you'll want her working her magic on you.
when you need to be home, may you find your way.
here's an irish blessing from us to you...
you sit at the counter
good news!
i mean, look at her hair.
i am excited about my new running shoes.
i was chuckling while i cooked thinking about how my irish grandparents always had a plaque on their wall with this prayer on it: "may you be in heaven a half hour before the devil knows your dead" ha!
she's cute
in a tiny town in idaho
(so is corned beef if you've never tried it).
my sister and hair stylist, coco, is coming to utah county once again to meet our hair needs.
the ms craft dept was featured in an article, and their personal crafting projects were shown.
and a delicious coke.
there's a tiny restaurant
let's give a hand to the world, for everything it can do!!
i want those red boots and that coat.
she's amazing.
i am going to turn on some good music and choose to be happy.
Pretty deep stuff, no?