What a drip. No wonder Usenet's anti-spammers 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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