Spam of the week

Spam of the week:

From: Adam Phelps <AdamPhelps@0451.com>
Date: Mon, 12 Jul 2004 17:49:18 -0060
Subject: Q22

Silence. Stuck out my head. Nobody. And I went on my way, whistling a tune.
Jonathan sighed. The price of being misunderstood, he thought. They
Low speed ahead along the pylons, altitude three yards. Halt at the
directly into his path, calling for its mother. With a tenth of a second

From: Walter Langston <WalterLangston@01-stay-in-paris-hotels.com>
Date: Jul 12, 2006 5:25 PM
Subject: 9TK

and they still don't catch on. I stabbed the ashtray with my cigarette butt.
Don't be harsh on them, Fletcher Seagull. In casting you out, the
delouser--the scientists call it the medical hangar--along with the boot.
were strong and calm. "We've come to take you higher, to take you home.

Originally posted on Tuesday, 2006-07-18 at 11:36:49.