Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Spam Gold

I don't know what drugs these spammers are taking, but has anyone noticed how bizarre and awesome the text of your spam messages have become? Why did they start doing this? Is this some sort of bad poetry bot that sends them out?

These are two excerpts of text surrounding some spam request to invest in a stock.

This one almost makes some sense:
It hurt relatively bad whenever I stepped directly on it, which happens quite a bit when it is in the ball of your foot. I evangelized for you before the masses knew of your glorious burritos. Amazingly, it never bothered me when I went running.

And then I got this cliché-filled treat:
Going the whole nine yards. Haste makes waste.
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. If wishes were horses, then beggers would ride, but you better not think about going outside. Every dog has its day.
Alternative version: Good things come to those who wait. Gospel of Matthew 26:41 Never shove your Granny when she's shaving.
If the mountain won't come to Muhammad, Muhammad must go to the mountain.. Long absent, soon forgotten. It's better to be silent and thought a fool, then to speak up and remove all doubt. What a tangled web we weave.

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