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- mg33
Just received the coolest spam email of all time. There's a link to something I won't bother clicking, and the following paragraph:
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but I cant remember. The facts arent important anymore; theyre buriedalong with several thousand other questionable events. Apparently a large narcotics deal went sour in the Triangle and your scout was held responsible, so a few hotshots in Saigon thought a lesson should be taught their gook runners. They flew up to your territory, went into the
grass, and took him out like they were a VC advance unit. But you saw them from a piece of high ground and blew all your gaskets. You tracked them back to the helicopter pad and gave them a choice: Get in and youd storm the chopper leaving no survivors, or they could come back with you to the base camp. They came back under your mens guns and you forced
Field Command to accept your multiple charges of murder. Thats when Ice-Cold Ogilvie showed up looking after his Saigon boys.
-------------------------------Not even King Juilen could make that up!
- khilled0
it just sounds like a good bit of first person choose your own adventure...any bank account numbers to donate
- uberdesigner0
once the nigerians get wind of this the shit will hit the fan
- winter0
who's to say that's not kingjulien?
- 4cY0
i just got this:
--------------------turning bad happened goes the letters. wife find principle fascinate, explain corner wanted.
again happened beautiful parents?
sandwich not night different,
purpose somewhere again human reading.
development purpose parents young sugar? she fly use mischievous steps.-----------
wtf? who writes this shit?
- version30
spam speak generators used to create the appearance of a unique message from message to message to avoid mass mail irradicators possibly halting the forward progression of the senders quest for further income
- ribit0
quest for further income to avoid mass mail irradicators possibly halting the forward spam speak generators used to create the message from appearance of a unique progression of the senders.
- version30
Yoda vs. SpamSpeak™
- 4cY0
lol thx i get it now
but there was no link so how do they earn?
- ribit0
they are just grooming you...
- mg330
but had first spent some time in another place, of which he could remember
little except a desk, a cupboard and a sofa.
There some men had questioned Nikanor Ivanovich, but since his eyes
were clouded by a flux of blood and extreme mental anguish, the interview
was muddled and inconclusive.
'Are you Nikanor Ivanovich Bosoi,' they began, ' chairman of the house
committee of No. 302a, Sadovaya Street? '
Nikanor Ivanovich gave a wild peal of laughter and replied:
'Of course I'm Nikanor! But why call me chairman? '
'What do you mean? ' they asked, frowning.
'Well,' he replied,' if I'm a chairman I would have seen at once that
he was an evil spirit, wouldn't I? I should have realised, what with his
shaky pince-nez, his tattered clothes--how could he have been an
interpreter? '
'Who are you talking about? '
'Koroviev! ' cried Nikanor Ivanovich. ' The man who's moved into No.
50. Write it down--Koroviev! You must find him and arrest him at once.
Staircase 6--write it down--that's where you'll find him.'
'Where did you get the foreign currency from? ' they asked
insinuatingly.
- mg330
and
added, turning to Ivan :
'Good morning! '
'Hello, you quack! ' said Ivan, loudly and viciously.
Ryukhin was so embarrassed that he dared not raise his eyes. The
courteous doctor, however, showed no signs of offence and with a practised
gesture took off his spectacles, lifted the skirt of his overall, put them
in his hip pocket and then asked Ivan:
'How old are you? '
'Go to hell! ' shouted Ivan rudely and turned away.
'Why are you being so disagreeable? Have I said anything to upset
you?'
'I'm twenty-three,' said Ivan excitedly, ' and I'm going to lodge a
complaint against all of you--and you in particular, you louse! ' He spat at
Ryukhin.
'What will your complaint be? '
'That you arrested me, a perfectly healthy man, and forcibly dragged
me off to the madhouse! ' answered Ivan in fury.
At this Ryukhin took a close look at Ivan and felt a chill down his
spine : there was not a trace of insanity in the man's eyes. They had been
slightly clouded at Griboyedov, but now they were as clear as before.
- mg330
began
with a'W'.
'Delighted,' muttered the editor awkwardly as the foreigner put his
papers back into his pocket. Good relations having been re-established, all
three sat down again on the bench.
'So you've been invited here as a consultant, have you, professor? '
asked Berlioz.
'Yes, I have.'
'Are you German? ' enquired Bezdomny.
'I? ' rejoined the professor and thought for a moment. ' Yes, I
suppose I am German. . . . ' he said.
'You speak excellent Russian,' remarked Bezdomny.
'Oh, I'm something of a polyglot. I know a great number of languages,'
replied the professor.
'And what is your particular field of work? ' asked Berlioz.
'I specialise in black magic.'
'Like hell you do! . . . ' thought Mikhail Alexandrovich.
'And ... and you've been invited here to give advice on that? ' he
asked with a gulp.
'Yes,' the professor assured him, and went on : ' Apparently your
National Library has unearthed some original manuscripts of the
ninth-century necromancer Herbert Aurilachs. I have been asked to
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more
acutely than the cavalrymen. Centurion Muribellum's only concession to his
men was to allow them to take off their helmets and put on white headbands
soaked in water, but he kept them standing, lance in hand. The centurion
himself, also wearing a headband though a dry one, walked up and down a
short distance from a group of executioners without even removing his heavy
silver badges of rank, his sword or his dagger. The sun beat straight down
on the centurion without causing him the least distress and such was the
glitter from the silver of his lions' muzzles that a glance at them was
almost blinding.
Muribellum's disfigured face showed neither exhaustion nor displeasure
and the giant centurion seemed strong enough to keep pacing all day, all
night and all the next day. For as long as might be necessary he would go on
walking with his hands on his heavy bronze-studded belt, he would keep his
stern gaze either on the crucified victims or on the line of troops, or just
kick at the rubble on the ground with the toe of his rough hide boot,
- mg330
when
there will be no rule by Caesar nor any other form of rule. Man will pass
into the kingdom of truth and justice where no sort of power will be
needed.'
'Go on!'
'There is no more to tell,' said the prisoner. ' After that some men
came running in, tied me up and took me to prison.'
The secretary, straining not to miss a word, rapidly scribbled the
statement on his parchment.
'There never has been, nor yet shall be a greater and more perfect
government in this world than the rule of the emperor Tiberius!' Pilate's
voice rang out harshly and painfully. The Procurator stared at his secretary
and at the bodyguard with what seemed like hatred. ' And what business have
you, a criminal lunatic, to discuss such matters! ' Pilate shouted. ' Remove
the guards from the balcony! ' And turning to his secretary he added: '
Leave me alone with this criminal. This is a case of treason.'
The bodyguard raised their lances and with the measured tread of their
iron-shod caligae marched from the balcony towards the garden followed by
- mg330
Anyhow...
I think all that stuff is clues to the ending of Lost.
- UndoUndo0
I get this shit all the time from spam bots constantly trying to hack mail forms, make sure these arent coming from contact forms on yr own website.
- mr_snuggles0
I think this onw was actually from Wendell...
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Mammie Eugene
to meprofession goes side teach, miserable is end. anybody why arms,
fire back corner whom or very.
wanted human immediate wife make.
sugar whom anybody or end use. reply bad end reply whom respect?
thus turning drew end,
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _or it could've been Rand?