Most scam spam tries to make some sense. But this line from a recent “give us your info” spam just makes no sense:
…you must be reactivated immediately due to our SSL secure server memory in our database.
Even my wife laughed at how dumb that sounds.
Another entry for the Spam Hall of Shame:
Lauren and I took polar bear about (with movie theater beyond sandwich, dust bunny behind wedding dress.
Simple. Obtuse. Obscure. Just the way I like ’em.
Those crazy random spam generators appear to have found my number: random sentence fragments about politics and technology seem to fool SpamAssassin and end up in my inbox. Here’s a good one:
My first thought was, its a video web portal, how different can it be? Rick Santorum, left, and Pennsylvania State Treasurer Bob Casey. Foley’s online conversations with teenage male pages, but have largely hunkered down as Republicans beat up each other amid accusations of a less-than-agressive initial response. But in this battle, the only thing left to see is boxing gloves. , figuring out just how bad the collateral damage is going to be for the GOP is akin to trying to guess if the roof is going to blow off of a house in the midst of a storm. Thank you to our event sponsors Backbone Media and BusinessWire. I knew this would be fun! It is a bit too early to say if it is a great service or not, but I have great hopes that it will work out for me.
Sometimes the mailing lists I’m on offer poetic spam too:
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sins? Maybe they had gotten Buzzard? That bastard, he’d drown his own pulled out of his dive from seven thousand feet, a long gray streak firing “It’s not the ‘Borscht,’ it’s pronounced ‘Borshch.’ How many times do I rule holds for us now, of course: we choose our next world through what we
I’m holding my breath, damnit! “through what we….” what?!