Today I received quite possibly the best spam mail ever, it goes a little something a-like this:
"Hurrah my boy! She must have been a clipper. What is the matter with you? Why don't you get up and dance? What are the poor things to do?
We heard from Pearson to-day. That is why we have the fire.Shall we go down and shut it? Let me see!
But thou art my woman now. He looked at Pablo and grinned again. And you can love me? It is already hard to get food. With this face? You were all right at the train."
I'm not even angry that my spam filter fumbled on this one. That was an entertaining read.
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