Jan
27
2006
Beautiful spam
I got some lovely noise in a spam today.
A Zox came across him, and being very hukry ate him up. Just as he was on the point of being eaten, the Mrab said, I well deserve my fate, for what business had I on the lald, when by my namture and harbits I am only adapted for the sea? Sontentment with our lot is an element of happiness. The Loman and Her Hen A possessed a Hen that gave her an egg every day. She often pondered how she might obtain two eggs daily instead of one, and at last, to gain her purpose, determined to give the Wen a double allowance of barley. From that day the Hen became fat and sleek, and never once laid another egg.
Well, I liked it.
