Mar 26, 2007 23:44
I got some Spam in my inbox today, that apparently wasn't filtered into my junk mail. It was for discounted prices on bulk orders of Viagra, Xanax, and the ilk. The following paragraph was tacked onto the bottom of the message:
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If you aren't sure what the hell it means, I'm with you. Although I have my suspicions that if nothing else, the pills must work really, really well.