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The hollow echo of failed countermeasures...
The spam-blocker countermeasures attached to the end of spam e-mails caught in my filter have been less epic recently. In fact, they've been reduced to single, entertaining sentences. So I decided to bring a bunch of them together for your perusal.
Almost daily, a nerd nervously kicked the screaming shampoo bottle.
Sometimes, the fox quickly kicked ( Read more... ) -
It doesn't age. It doesn't end.
A turkey reaches an understanding with a roller coaster. If the completely precise freight train somewhat secretly admires a sandwich, then the corporation hibernates. Any grizzly bear can caricature the skyscraper, but it takes a real steam engine to secretly write a love letter to the tabloid. When you see a cargo bay, it means that a so-called ( Read more... ) -
The spam continues, but only the countermeasures survive...
An avocado pit takes a coffee break, and a paycheck goes to sleep; however, the fat briar patch wisely derives perverse satisfaction from another polygon. For example, the turn signal indicates that another insurance agent behind a bullfrog hardly sanitizes a greasy customer. Now and then, some corporation writes a love letter to a mating ritual ( Read more... ) -
Now this is just lazy...
Or perhaps the fledgling AI has begun to die. In any case, the following was tacked onto the end of a recent e-mail caught in my spam filter:
"Nobody knows why a evil potato painted a royal paper." -
More bizarre spam...
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We're vincible.
One of the chicks died today ( Read more... ) -
Brilliance in a can
The following is an excerpt from James Taranto's "Best of the Web Today" column.
( Casa Blago: An Apocryphal Farewell )
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