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<div class="IPBDescription">Silly spammers</div> Ok.. I can understand sending me emails about breast enhancements and other lovely libido stuff.. but why would someone send me an email about penile enlargements... let alone addressed like this <!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->
more.confident Make..love like..a Rockstar. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Anyone else having issues with recieving opposite gender emails?
more.confident Make..love like..a Rockstar. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Anyone else having issues with recieving opposite gender emails?
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Although I don't get the breast reduction emails.. I get the super-excessive Estrogen pills that give you a full cup size in a matter of days. :/
Or the wonderful augmentation.
<img src='http://www.femalefirst.co.uk/images/jordan-top.jpg' border='0' alt='user posted image' />
Vom.
I get breast enhancement e-mails all the time. And loan applications to pay for my non-existant house...and apparently I'm the only one who can make up to $50,000 a year working at home!
There's also some 'male enhancment' spam, which really doesn't say much for the company if they're not willing to name their product correctly.
and penile enlargement, diploma, viagra and all that lame crap
P.S. i never knew viagra was so expensive
I am male
I get none of the traditional male spam (porn, penise elargment etc)
Instead I get breast enlargemnat and those such.
However, I still get THE best ones.
Emails from "Your Priest" trying to set me up with Catholic Virgins.
nuff said.
I am male
I get none of the traditional male spam (porn, penise elargment etc)
Instead I get breast enlargemnat and those such.
However, I still get THE best ones.
Emails from "Your Priest" trying to set me up with Catholic Virgins.
nuff said. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
so how were they? <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo-->
Anyway, i'm a bum person myself. Boobs arent THAT attractive.
that beats my emails filled with gibberish
... lemmie go find one
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Captain Jim had no fish. He seldom went out in his boat that summer, and his tramping expeditions were over. He spent a great deal his time sitting by his seaward window, looking out over the gulf, with his swiftly-whitening head on his hand. He sat there tonight for many silent minutes, keeping some tryst with the past which Anne would not disturb. Presently he pointed to the iris the West:
"That's beautiful, isn't, it, Mistress Blythe? But I wish you could have seen the sunrise this morning. It was a wonderful thing--wonderful. I've seen all kinds sunrises come over that gulf. I've been all over the world, Mistress Blythe, and take it all in all, I've never seen a finer sight than a summer sunrise over the gulf. A man can't pick his time for dying, Mistress Blythe--jest got to go when the Great Captain gives His sailing orders. But if I could I'd go out when the morning comes across that water. I've watched it many a time and thought what a thing it would be to pass out through that great white glory to whatever was waiting beyant, on a sea that ain't mapped out on any airthly chart. I think, Mistress Blythe, that I'd find lost Margaret there."
Captain Jim had often talked to Anne lost Margaret since he had told her the old story. His love for her trembled in every tone--that love that had never grown faint or forgetful.
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all that after a bunch of images and crap about a loan for my nonexistant house ... nice try evading my mail service's spam filter, mozilla thunderbird's spam filter, and my oh-so-itchy trigger finger
gg