Wisdom of the Spam Folder

My spam folder is getting quite full, so I thought I better clean it out. But before I send all these thoughtful messages to that great Bit Bin in the Sky, I ‘d like to share a few of the more interesting ones. When I was a child, I learned how good it was to share things. Anyhow, here goes.

Joe Rodriquez writes, in his email entitled “Re: pics”: “Hello! I am tired this evening. I am nice girl that would like to chat with you. Email me at xxx@xxx.com only, because I am writing not from my personal email. Would you mind if I share some of my pictures with you?” Good old Joe is a tired nice girl, who writes not from his/her/its personal email. Thanks, you sound like an interesting guy and/or girl to chat with.

Kim Wyatt in her post entitled “Dream is real” wants to sell me cheap prescription drugs like Viagra. How’d she/he know? Wow! So does Hilary Fields in her post called “help you”. Same drugs. Same price. Same image.

In her message, entitled “You will be able to penetrate deeper”, Marta Henderson is selling some type of “enlargement” drug. “Be satisfied for life! People judge your dick size by your shoes size. No more embarrassment! With Xtra Size+ you dont have to wear bigger shoes to make women think you have a huge dick.” So, is Marta selling big shoes or drugs?

Elliot, apparently a philosopher and all around brilliant guy, poses the following question in his message, “Get this loan.” And I quote. “Is shareown thin the automotive marionette pose or confidante shareown?” Deep thinker, this Elliot. I want to sit at his feet with all the minions that I might bask in the aura of his knowledge and wisdom.

And finally, Rodrigo Morales posts me a long and detailed message with the subject “Stop waiting”. Let me show you the first paragraph of this tome.

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If you have any clue what Rodrigo is talking about, would you kindly post a comment, dear Reader. Or maybe we’ll get lucky and Rodrigo Morales Himself will drop by to elucidate on his words.

I am truly amazed at what I’ve discovered right there in my own personal Inbox. And now you too, can share in my enlightenment.