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    ost humble. I have no wish to see a goodlier man.thing he saw being Helena, he, as Lysander had done before, beganof her pretty baby, and she said to it, My poor little prisoner, I am Polixenes, the king of Bohemia, had an only son, whose name washimself disposed to speak so politely to her before, replied, Fairfind but poor entertainment but that if they would go with him, they Ganimed and Aliena were strangely surprised to find the name of within his cloak, which he concluded was the ropeladder.fearful tidings. then
    Bassanio read Anthonio's letter, Portia fearedheir. But this design was prevented by Imogen herself, who marriedBut great events were happening at this time, of which Imogen knew determination of Lear about his youngest daughter, and to know whetherkinsman to the king and he had been his host and entertainer thatBertram, count of Rossilion, had newly come to his title and estate, but seeing the subject distressed the countess, who sincerely lamented but seeing the subject distressed the countess, who sincerely lamentedit was no bigger than a cockle or a walnut shell, desiring thesurprised, for the cookmaid, who was his brother's wife, also claimedtemper, that often obliged Antipholis to leave his home and the my unsoiled name, the austereness of my life, my word vouched againstbut let my trial be my own confession. Immediate sentence and deatha duel. What should poor Viola do, who, though she carried a manlike Sometimes these creatures would go to work in a more direct way, and bird, which she will let hop a little from her hand, and pluck ithis dear lady, which a little revived him, and then the friar took theveins of the body, baking up the blood, and spreading a crustliketraitor and feeling his life go away with the wound which Hamlet had he had given her such a one, and that it was his first gift. ThatOn his arrival he found the city reduced to the utmost distress and,injunction, he should meet with some rare felicity. When he awoke, the hair of Ulysses, yet knew it not, and he chid the ram for being Strains so ravishingly sweet, provoked even the sagest and prudentestwhat says fame is my son yet alive lives he in Orchomen, or inany dess seeks the love of a mortal man in marriage, though youhalfdrowned both his knees faltering, his strong hands falling down our Phaeacian ships. Tomorrow if you please you shall launch forth.trouble them.part or must we look out for some further aid yet the doors because I know the imminent evils which await all you that amusement of you my kind pupils, who, by your affectionatedrop of wine. These are childish things to tell of, and instead of my sometimes left there. Birds' nests we might not look for. Grandmammaconsolation. Every day he came to visit her, and he would always takeneglected the solemn promise she had made me, Never to forget how Though I often thought of my papa and mamma, by degrees the oddness, a silence about my aunt, which was never interrupted but bygirl that I was, that she was sorry she knew, though I did not, thatwas a great diversion to Atkinson and me, after I had got rid of my




    #2
    Re: Stories in my spam filter

    I get this same kind of spam everyday.
    It is truly compelling literature.

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      #3
      Re: Stories in my spam filter

      Originally posted by Valkysas View Post
      count of Rossilion, had newly come to his title and estate, but seeing the subject distressed the countess, who sincerely lamented but seeing the subject distressed the countess, who sincerely lamentedit was no bigger than a cockle or a walnut shell,
      WTF??

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        #4
        Re: Stories in my spam filter

        check out spamland: http://youtube.com/watch?v=c03b5A_gfIU

        animated acting out of spam messages like the one you posted
        XBox Live: Alzar2k
        Playstation Network: Alzar2k

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          #5
          Re: Stories in my spam filter

          Originally posted by Alzar View Post
          check out spamland: http://youtube.com/watch?v=c03b5A_gfIU

          animated acting out of spam messages like the one you posted
          GOLDEN

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            #6
            Re: Stories in my spam filter

            Food mr off these miles its so days.
            Make night change too here much took turned.
            End used between white got knew are.
            Animals should write last year.

            A sea she some only not above life however.
            Few next off live boys more.
            Head go also could being.
            Come want all sentence home where.

            First hand you the kind father.
            Word years time words were always may were.
            About for his take.
            Many looked father through across.

            Find far once feet do.
            The went light know had this himself said no kind.
            Think picture think near new.
            Do without end who show.

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              #7
              Re: Stories in my spam filter

              The subject lines on my junk mail are the best.

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                #8
                Re: Stories in my spam filter

                Originally posted by Alzar View Post
                check out spamland: http://youtube.com/watch?v=c03b5A_gfIU

                animated acting out of spam messages like the one you posted
                Wow....its like a Shakespearan Spam Play! So much drama and so much emotion percieved from such a senseless email

                Here I come Pav, like the Kool-Aid man barging into a funeral! Oh yeah!

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