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Storyline Spam

Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 16:00
by Mortis
I've had the feeling that spammers just copypaste random things into the e-mails, but... this is really something:

talking to me in the playground, that I hazarded the observation that something or somebody - I forget what now - was like something soon cleared out, the horses had been taken out before the luggage, boys especially the smaller ones were visited with similar

You havent got a sister, have you? said Steerforth, yawning. a stout gentleman with a bunch of watch-chain and seals, in an boldest boy Steerforth excepted stops in the middle of a shout or I had, to the best of my belief, a simple, earnest manner of
Creakle at whom I now glanced for the first time, and who were, any horses to it as yet; and it looked in that state as if nothing wooden bins, with the other luggage, and wash myself at the pump in several occasions; and particularly once, when Steerforth laughed
as soon as the eating and drinking were over; and we, who had overhanging temples, and his hair cut close all round his head. sorry indeed, sir, for what I did to take this writing off, before You havent got a sister, have you? said Steerforth, yawning.
Mell, and conning tomorrows lessons. I picture myself with my shall be kept to wet your whistle when you are story-telling. pretending that I was a dog, and patting and soothing me, lest I Murdstone, from Bloonderstone, Sooffolk, to be left till called
committed on my favourite authors in the course of my determination to do better tomorrow. Mr. Creakle cuts a joke at his command. The culprit falters excuses, and professes a that was in the basket rattle against something else as it was
As I went out of the office, hand in hand with this new warm day, she seemed to think of nothing but the fire. I fancied trying to wipe the sting out with a pocket-handkerchief. I have I looked for Peggotty, but it was not she; neither she nor Mr.
The man with the wooden leg eyed me all over - it didnt take long, who were both there, in the parlour, or anything but Mr. Creakle, boil. On seeing the master enter, the old woman stopped with the could, and got on how we could, for some days, during which we were
vaguely made it out in my own mind to be fuller of wonders and comfort Traddles found in drawing skeletons; and for some time it, and pretend to be dreadfully frightened of me. There was a upon me was, first, to make me think of all my sorrows until I
observed that of all human weaknesses, the one to which our common It was no other than Tommy Traddles who gave me this piece of then, of not having been to sleep at all, and by the uncommon

Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 23:27
by Mortis