[ot][spam][crazy][spam][crazy] a thread of spam
SPAM This thread is assistance in configuring email filters. If you don't want all these emails, I am providing pressure that could help you learn to do this. If this pressure is painful, and you are kind of squirming with severe medical issues, unable to stop the spam, I am apologetic, but I also note I've done this a lot so hopefully you are numb? let's put capital SPAM in every message in this thread
the SPAM walked into a bar. Bartender: "We don't serve your kind here." SPAM [puts on smooth-talking look]: "Buy my extended warranty!" The Bartender stares at SPAM in awe.
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spam.c #include <stdio.h> int main(int argc, char **argv) { printf("SPAM?\n"); return 0; }
The SPAM Spinner The SPAM Spinner was an old woman who spent most of her days in her rocking chair, looking out over an overgrown field of wildflowers and milkweed. Some days, Captain Email Filter, oh he was so amnesiatic he barely remembered her name, would come by and mow the lawn. But this was rare, and so the milkweed grew. The SPAM Spinner rocked in her rocking chair with cans of SPAM next to her. She held a can opener, and would open every one. Each SPAM can, she drained it into a mudhole that had developed for the purpose. She would tease apart the solids with her fingers, lengthen them into strands, and lay them on a rack she had set up by the cans, for the purpose. Then she would pull, from the other side of the rack, lengths of SPAM that had dried in the midday sun. They were delicate, and she was very gentle. One by one, strand by strand, the SPAM spinner would gently lay the strands of dried SPAM together into longer threads on her lap, and roll them in the folds of her long skirt, so that they would stay.
Each long thread of SPAM could be linked with another to make a yet longer thread, and she would roll them into a large ball she held with her feet. The drying rack was made of these threads of dryed SPAM, and the local tailor and seamstress would come by for material. The SPAM Spinner loved spinning SPAM. The soon was warm, and birds would come by and sing. One had a nest in the eaves above her head.
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