What a drip. No wonder Usenet's antispammers have all but abandoned reasonable discussion, and instead swap fantasies about mailing live scorpions and dead fish to spammers. My date with my fantasy spammer turned out to be a bummer. I've stopped emailing him. Instead, from now on I'll dream about meeting him at his PO box and forcing his head into a pot of honey - one that Christopher Robin and all of Winnie's pals won't be able to get unstuck.
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