What kind of crappy spam is this?
Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 9:33 pm
Every single day for the last two weeks or so I get this weird sort of spam e-mail. It's always from a different sender "name", and it's always a fairly normal sounding name like "Jane Stephens" or "Claudius Lamb"...
The name changes every time but each time the text is in a similar fashion. It always appears to be an excerpt from something, and it never has any paragraph spacing or too much else in the way of proper punctuation...
They always look like this, which was today's edition...
That has beendone hundreds of times-only in a worse way. Reeder walked to the open door and entered.
The probabilities arethat she did not; but she hated Mr. Reeder put down the instrument, feeling limp and moist.
His housekeeper came in at that moment with his tea-tray and set it downon the table. There will be a squeak louder than abus brake!
He had once, for reasonsof expediency, described her as his wife. The theatre was the Orpheum, home of transpontine drama, and theplay was The Fires of Vengeance. His knees trembled beneath him andhis heart entered his throat at the narrowest end.
I had better havethat protection until he comes out-After he comes out, you mean?
Liski cast-um-a reflection uponour department, sir?
Reeder surveyed him benevolently over his glasses. Youre aclever woman: I dont know a cleverer. She listened, at first dumbfounded and then with a gurgle of amusement.
It was the judges curt postscriptwhich made him wince. Weve had Liski twice, but well organised perjury has saved him.
Released from prison, he decided that the moment was not ripe for areturn to India. To the top floor of a building in Regent Street Mr. And just now Ive got one of the biggestdeals on that Ive ever touched. There were no windows except one someeighteen inches square, the top of which was near the ceiling.
Fenalow told this story, with curious results.
I tell you this in case-er-it may be useful. It was Ras Lalsassistant, and he nearly swooned with joy.
He was so annoyed that the lighter exchanges of humour he had plannedslipped from his memory. His forgeries were well-nighundetectable, but Mr.
Reeder solemnly, because I look so remarkable inevening dress. I only keep this placeto get-in and put-out.
With the muzzle of the pistol stuck intohis back, Mr. The probabilities arethat she did not; but she hated Mr. Oh, yes, I remember seeingthe attendants sell them.
The greater part of a month passed before he showed any apparentinterest in the case. But neitherRas Lal nor his companion in misfortune was visible. That was the disturbing thought that kept Mr. I only keep this placeto get-in and put-out.
Reeder scratched his nose and said gently, that he thought so. Take Inspector Greyash with you and superintend the raid, were hisinstructions.
Wtf? Anybody know the story behind this crap?
The name changes every time but each time the text is in a similar fashion. It always appears to be an excerpt from something, and it never has any paragraph spacing or too much else in the way of proper punctuation...
They always look like this, which was today's edition...
That has beendone hundreds of times-only in a worse way. Reeder walked to the open door and entered.
The probabilities arethat she did not; but she hated Mr. Reeder put down the instrument, feeling limp and moist.
His housekeeper came in at that moment with his tea-tray and set it downon the table. There will be a squeak louder than abus brake!
He had once, for reasonsof expediency, described her as his wife. The theatre was the Orpheum, home of transpontine drama, and theplay was The Fires of Vengeance. His knees trembled beneath him andhis heart entered his throat at the narrowest end.
I had better havethat protection until he comes out-After he comes out, you mean?
Liski cast-um-a reflection uponour department, sir?
Reeder surveyed him benevolently over his glasses. Youre aclever woman: I dont know a cleverer. She listened, at first dumbfounded and then with a gurgle of amusement.
It was the judges curt postscriptwhich made him wince. Weve had Liski twice, but well organised perjury has saved him.
Released from prison, he decided that the moment was not ripe for areturn to India. To the top floor of a building in Regent Street Mr. And just now Ive got one of the biggestdeals on that Ive ever touched. There were no windows except one someeighteen inches square, the top of which was near the ceiling.
Fenalow told this story, with curious results.
I tell you this in case-er-it may be useful. It was Ras Lalsassistant, and he nearly swooned with joy.
He was so annoyed that the lighter exchanges of humour he had plannedslipped from his memory. His forgeries were well-nighundetectable, but Mr.
Reeder solemnly, because I look so remarkable inevening dress. I only keep this placeto get-in and put-out.
With the muzzle of the pistol stuck intohis back, Mr. The probabilities arethat she did not; but she hated Mr. Oh, yes, I remember seeingthe attendants sell them.
The greater part of a month passed before he showed any apparentinterest in the case. But neitherRas Lal nor his companion in misfortune was visible. That was the disturbing thought that kept Mr. I only keep this placeto get-in and put-out.
Reeder scratched his nose and said gently, that he thought so. Take Inspector Greyash with you and superintend the raid, were hisinstructions.
Wtf? Anybody know the story behind this crap?
