Now they're not even trying
Like most people, I get occasional e-mails from friends such as Wretched Q. Icicle or Reginald E. Intercourse who write to say hi and remind me that I'm almost out of Ci@li$.
But the e-mail I received overnight from a Mr. (or is it Ms.?) Junk Mail hits a new low in spam naming conventions. What's even more puzzling is how that one slipped through Time Warner's built-in junk filter. I mean, I'm sure security checkpoint personnel, even when distracted by the fetching Soledad O'Brien on the CNN Airport Channel, would at least question a potential air passenger named Bomby P. Terrorist.
Although without my friend Junk's assistance, I'd foolishly still be paying full price for my X@n@x.
Posted by Brian at 10:37 AM
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Category: Rant
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Posted by: Excruciatingly Betsy on February 18, 2007 07:43 PM
Yeah, and while we're talking about spam...mine is constantly reminding me how FAT I am, which I really resent. Fuckers.
Posted by: SharonZ on February 20, 2007 06:43 AM
My spam reminds me to get a bigger penis. I say that my penis is fine just the way it is:)
Posted by: Brian on February 20, 2007 06:51 PM
I also cracked up at the spam subject line: "Richard tried again but still wasn't able to fart."
What the hell is that trying to sell, you ask? Why, citrus stocks, of course!