Most awesome spam ever!
As the owner of an Interactive Agency, I feel like I’ve seen everything on the internet. Well, today I realized that I can still find myself surprised :) While checking my email, I saw a piece of spam & in the short time it took for me to go for the ‘spam’ button, it actually caught my attention.
Instead of explaining why, let me just post the message below and say for the record: I want to encourage Spammers to add more ‘stories’ to their messages. Its not like I can get you to stop, so you might as well entertain me if you’re going to pollute my inbox. Plus, it makes me feel like I actually got a little ‘personal reading’ in for the day :)
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Innebago now, and we have to make something out of her.” “You’re so
good-natured, ‘Poha,” said Sahwah.
“I wish I could like everybody the
way you do.”
Hinpoha opened
her mouth to reply, but instead uttered a prolonged “Ow-oo-oo-oo!”
They were sitting on a log when the above conversation took place,
and Hinpoha had poked her hand into the hollow end. Now she drew it
out hastily and began to
dance around, shaking her hand violently. “Oh, what is it?” cried
Sahwah. “Bees!”
shrieked Hinpoha. “Run for your life!” An angry buzz sounded from the
log and
the bees began crawling out at the end. Hinpoha fled through the
woods with Sahwah close at her heels. By the time they reached camp
Hinpoha’s hand was swelled all out of shape. It was all she could
do to repress a cry of pain. Nyoda rose
quickly when she took in the situation. “Get some moist
clay at once,” she commanded. “There is some in the woods behind the
shack.” Sahwah sped after the clay and returned with a large lump.
“Now you make mud pies until the inflammation is drawn out of your
hand,”
said Nyoda. Hinpoha dutifully sat down beside Migwan and played in
the clay. After she had rolled it around in her hand awhile it became
a beautiful consistency for modeling, so she began
making statuettes of the different girls. She had a great deal of
aptness in modeling and managed to make her figures resemble somewhat
the girls they
were supposed to represent. She became so absorbed in her new
occupation that she forgot the burning pain in her hand, and
gradually the swelling went down. Sahwah came along to see how she
was feeling and exclaimed in delight at the statuettes. Hinpoha held
up her hand
warningly, for Migwan was asleep. Sahwah promptly fell
to making hand signs of admiration.
Hinpoha laughed at her antics, and falling into
her mood, arrayed her figures in a semicircle on the ground, and
sitting cross-legged behind them, made a gesture to intimate that
they were
for sale
THE END
[Followed by a malicious attachment called Pruning.zip - SWEET]