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Spam Names...

I was just going through my inbox deleting all the spam I get and I came across an interesting one.

It wasn't so much what was in the spam that I thought was interesting (which I didn't read anyway) but the combination of name and subject.

The Subject was: "Guy want to meet guy for fun" (wow, gay porn spam! For once they got it "right")
The Sender was Carbohydrate Fair.

My immediate thought on seeing this was: "I thought sperm was protein, not carbohydrate?"

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nikkicat13
Aug. 18th, 2005 03:21 am (UTC)
You bastard! I had a mouthful of tea when I read that last line!!! My work computer _almost_ got fried....

(Btw, I've heard - via the Pirate - that I'm being enticed down to Unicon with the incentive of birthday presents.... what you didn't realise was that one of the main reasons I was thinking of going to Spring Revel instead was because I wanted to see you.... guess I'm going to Unicon now *grin*)
halloranelder
Aug. 18th, 2005 09:15 am (UTC)
Yay! My evil plan has worked! :)

Well, I could have stayed up here and been visited by you, or I could go down there and see a hell of a lot of cool people I haven't seen since Conquest. And since you're going to be there everything is A OK!

Love you!
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