Tuesday, 26 October 2010

Sex sells

Just a quickie because I'm going to Stratford (upon Avon, not the suburb of London) tomorrow and really need to pack.

Porn spam. We've all had it, and even if you haven't, you've probably had porn, spam, or both. And porn spam is the bastard offspring of the two. With worse grammar. I got this little doozy in my inbox today:

Stay here he shut himself
Repeated mr nickleby was required to talk. Replied in company with his wife
End of some new friend

Wow, that sure turned me on.

Of course, this wasn't all. For all my sins, two of my (seven) e-mail addresses route through Yahoo! Mail, which is perhaps the worst system known to man or beast. And there, in the signature of this very e-mail that was sent to me (automatically, I've no doubt), was the proudest boast since Beowulf:

Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around...

...which clearly didn't work on this one. Or did it? Maybe it looked like spam that needed to be in my inbox. After all, with the subject line...

Remember Jan*ine? She work~ed in our o~ffice. The g;irl with delecious ass! I saw her video:s her*e. Is i:t really her?

..wh!o can bl@.me it f.0.r th~i##nkin>g t€hat? It'*s s%o obviousl©y no≠t spĪ±
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