Pushing cucumber inside.
A piece of spam made it into my gmail inbox today, a rare occurrence and generally an annoyance. The subject of the message was "Pushing cucumber inside." Now, I know what you're thinking, and I thought the same thing too, but I clicked through out of morbid curiosity.
Instead of links to porn sites, though, the link was to anytimegrocery.com (which I'm not visiting or linking on purpose. Come to find out it's a grocery delivery service in India. I guess they're pushing cucumbers inside your front door?), and an oddly poignant little story. Here it is, for your enjoyment and puzzlement:
A new and sharper pang struck him; he felt for his wallet. He opened the door and listened.
He opened his eyes to look into the face of the Kaiark Rianlle. Gersen displayed the newspaper articles dealing with the event.
I intend that the facts will speak for themselves. She gave an embarrassed laugh.
Instead of links to porn sites, though, the link was to anytimegrocery.com (which I'm not visiting or linking on purpose. Come to find out it's a grocery delivery service in India. I guess they're pushing cucumbers inside your front door?), and an oddly poignant little story. Here it is, for your enjoyment and puzzlement:
A new and sharper pang struck him; he felt for his wallet. He opened the door and listened.
He opened his eyes to look into the face of the Kaiark Rianlle. Gersen displayed the newspaper articles dealing with the event.
I intend that the facts will speak for themselves. She gave an embarrassed laugh.