Orcas and Bigger Breasts
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My spam seems oddly lyrical today. The headers from three spam, one right after the other:
To listen to perversion beta spire
on explain to gipsy sundeck
I turn off the minor cruise
You can't tell me that's not deep and meaningful. I think the whales have somehow managed to pitch their whalesong at just the right frequency to interfere with broadcasted 'net signals and rewrite spam headers. If we could just get it all arranged right, the titles of spam would prove to contain vast works of literary art, poems of such beauty we mere humans would weep to behold it.
Erm. Yeah. Hi.
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