Copy and paste those wierd emails we must all get that just have a random word chain, or am I the only one that gets them. I do have mailwasher which bounces them, but i do like to preview and read them once in a while...........anyway here's my first in a series of....



'I'm sorry, Paul. antipodean circulant TRYING TO HAVE AN IDEA wasn't the same thing as GETTING AN IDEA.
Paul could not see the Smokey's eyes because of the sunglasses, but the tilt of his head expressed moderate puzzlement. It may not fit. Maybe, he thought, that's why she doesn't write books. Fair enough? Mrs. Once she was off 9, the way into the hills was by little-travelled meadow-line roads, many fallen into casual disuse as grazing cattle this high up became a rarity. She turned considerately away while he fumbled his penis into the cold tube and urinated. bachelor

random and irrelevant comments need putting out to pasture in this time of humidity, whereupon glaciation shall never re-occur in the bus stop and people can all have a lie down. I see exactly what you mean.

My last delivery of Spam (over 700 in the Junk Mail folder since Jan):

Old and sick. cultivate bourgeoisie Please, you have to go back to your room before you leave something.

But soon tomorrow, perhaps even this afternoon she would be in to vacuum, and then she would. He paused a moment and then said: "There's something else I'd like, as well. This is why no one ever writes it. Good deal. Have a little irony, Paul it's good for your blood. "If I had wanted to burn the house down, Annie, I could have done it long before this. It might have lain undiscovered in the forest for another month or another year but for merest coincidence. craven

Humphreys is the kingpin of the team. Without him we can never win. He should play left back, midfield and striker all at the same time. My name is Ian and I am slinging my rattle far far away.

Fellow Investor, BIG NEWS ARE HITTING ON THURSDAY FOR CRSVF!!!

Last Friday BREAKING NEWS RELEASED ON CRSVF!!!

DON'T MISS THIS INVESTMENT MOMENT, PLACE CRSVF ON THE RADAR!!!

Get ready for a volatile 2nd half of 2006 - one where the Bulls and
Bears will BOTH be proved wrong. But odds are, we'll see another
year where the market indexes bounce around a lot without really
going anywhere. And we'll also see certain sectors - favored at
this point in the economic cycle - SOAR...


Own the right stocks, in the right space, and you could reap a
handful of money-doublers. But if you own the wrong investment, you
could easly lose 25%-35% or more!

Here is my Favorite Pick for the second half of 2006: CRSVF

Trade Alert: THURSDAY, September 14, 2006
-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+
Company: CAPITAL RES CANADA LTD
Ticker: CRSVF
Current Price: $0.23
Target Price: $3.0
Recommendation: STRONG`BUY
Buy: "STRONG"
Expectations: Max
________------------__________
When this Stock moves - WATCH OUT! This is your chance to get in
the low. Big watch in play this THURSDAY morning! Out CRSVF on your
radar's now and reap the benefits early.


BREAKING NEWS - September 14, 2006 1:02 PM ET

CAPITAL RESERVE CANADA’S SUBSIDIARY COMMENCES WORK ON 118 WELL PROJECT

Edmonton, Alberta - September 12th, 2006 – Capital Reserve Canada ltd
(OTCBB: CRSVF- news) (“CRC”) and its Chairman, Mr. Donald R. Getty, are
pleased to announce that its wholly-owned subsidiary, KCP Innovative
Services Inc. (KCP), is commencing a work program using KCP’s technologies
with a customer to test and measure productivity and profitability of 118
coal bed methane wells. The work program can be cancelled at any time,
however, should it be completed, it will total approximately $4.1 million
(CAD).

Profile

CRC is an oil and gas services company based in Edmonton, Alberta. Through
its wholly owned subsidiary, KCP Innovative Services, Inc., CRC offers
technologically advanced tools for use in four areas of the industry. The
first aids in testing and development of newly found resources; another
measures existing wells’ productivity; and the third hastens well
abandonment, ensuring compliance with regulatory emission guidelines. The
fourth, through its proprietary hardware and software technologies, is used
to determine the profitability of coal bed methane deposits, which may be
developed and sold as natural gas. CRC has a second wholly owned
subsidiary, Two Hills Environmental, to assist with problem waste from oil &
gas companies, and provide underground storage.


ADD THIS GEM TO YOUR RADAR AND WATCH IT TRADE ON THURSDAY, September
14,2006!!!

DON'T EVEN BLINK! CRSVF DOESN'T SLEEP IT WILL EXPLODE ON THURSDAY,
September 14,2006!!!

TRADE SMART AND WIN WITH CRSVF!!!


















i like the way it called me a fellow investor!

Anybody get these??

From Peter Brown (Account/Dept)
Crockford Lane Basingstoke
Hants RG24 8WB. London UK
Email: mr.peterbrownaccountant@yahoo.fr
Tel: +44 704 010 9475

Dear Rafferty,

My name is Peter Brown from London United Kingdom. I am the Personal account officer to Late Mr.Mark Rafferty, Who is a citizen of your country but he used to work with a manufacturing company here in LONDON before his sudden death. On the 21st of April 2003, My client, his wife and their only son was involved in a fatal motor accident along Oaklands Roads, Hanwell-London and unfortunately, They all lost their lives in the event of the accident, Since then I have made several enquiries to your embassy to locate any of my clients extended relatives and this has also proved unsuccessful.

After these several unsuccessful attempts, I decided to trace his relatives over the Internet to locate any member of his family but of no avail,hence I contacted you. I contacted you to assist me in repatriating the money and property left behind by my late client before they get confiscated or declared unserviceable by the bank where these huge deposits were lodged. Particularly a Bank where the deceased deposited the sum of $6 Million U.S Dollars. (Six Million United States Dollars Only). Conseqently, the Bank have issued me a notice to provide the next of kin to the deceased or they will have the account confiscated within the next 21 banking days.

Since I have been unsuccessful in locating the relatives for over some years now, I seek your consent to present you as the next of kin of the deceased since you bear the same last name with him so that this $6 Million U.S Dollars can be released to you as the next of kin to my late client. For both of us to share the money, I propose 55% to my self and 35% to you for your expected assistance, while 10% should be set aside for settling all expenses or tax as the government of your country may require. All the necessary documents that can be used to back up the claim of this fund will be processed in your name as soon as we agreed together.

I guaranteed that this will be executed under a legitimate arrangement that will protect you from any breach of the law here in London or over there in your country.

All I require is your honest co-operation to enable us see that this transaction succeeds.I will like you to forward your telephone and fax numbers to me for easier communication.

Thanks until i hear from you again. Call me any time at: +44 704 010 9475,and get back to me through my private email address: mr.peterbrownaccountant@yahoo.fr

Best Regards,
Peter Brown, writing from London.
Tel: +44 704 010 9475.

'Over there in your country' indeed.......................

Fook Kev, If I posted all those on this board, you'd all be reading 'em for years. I get more of those than "proper" messages!

Sweet Freddy, hes such an obvious lug that henever gets far. You laymen dont understand these technicalproblems. She blamed Benjamin; she said that people could not endure hisvulgar belching.
The Masquers have had a good reputation, more than tenyears now.
Yet, before summer, Jinny was bored to the danger-point. Will you answer this:Fred had been pawing you pretty extensively before I came, hadnthe? Im only jealous whenanybody takes ANY of you away from me. Now of all this Cass was more aware than Jinny knew, aware andbothered. You know this old fellow Bezique, thathas art classes at the Junior College? Honestly, I dontinsist on solving the entire feminist question right away! Jay Laverick with whom Jinny laughed in corners and, betweenscenes, danced the rhumba.
Above, in the bathtub,naked and entirely drunk, singing The Red Light Rag, was hisPetal.
The patient Benjamin, at his labors in a windy farm-house, knewnothing of this, ever.
Gerald Lent, husband-supporter: She wasnt bad at all, Cass.
He laughed at her, and she looked unconvinced of her own advice. Not till the rehearsals had Jay and Jinny met, except in crowds.
Promise Benny youll never touchit again, dearie. Welcome to our midst, Jinny; you sure are a great addition to thelocal arts.
Jay Laverick with whom Jinny laughed in corners and, betweenscenes, danced the rhumba. The monarch who sniffed Honi soit qui mal y pensewas not of a notably moral character.
Now of all this Cass was more aware than Jinny knew, aware andbothered.
Then Cass came into the lighted basement all in one piece, and Cassspoke.
Drover; heshouted Hows Doc Pinkham this obsequious day?
She read it aloud to Cass, and said with marked doubt, What do youthink? Rice and Patty Helix were small and active and rather untidy.

The whole point of these spams is to corrupt bayesian filters by seemingly containing no "spam" words. Then there's a photo image of the real message at the bottom, which in the above case was a plug for shares in Lyric Jeans.
Some pundits even think the long term goal might be to make bayesian filters "unlearn" what spam is and make them useless!

I never read those; dead suspicious like for obvious reasons. What's usually in the image then?

In this case it was stock exchange tips.

It helps if you read the full messeage I guess!

My Latest tome...........

Back wentthe hands of the pygmies for the throwing cast; the arrows trembled intheir bows. The current was swift and had borne me several hundred yards below thebridge.
And around her was another ring of the golden pygmies, arrows atreadiness, sickled knives in hand. The tribes said it was red with white stripes and as big asa house.
Their eyesran over me and stopped at my yellow hair, and rested there.
Beyond them I saw Evalie, watching me with. I climbed out of the pool, more thoughtful than I had gone into it. She laughed, and took my hand, and wewent into the lair.
The olderwore short beards, the younger were clean-shaven.
The olderwore short beards, the younger were clean-shaven. She shook her head, slipped out of my arms and into the lair.
The air was heavy, as though a storm brooded. They had taken that path, and eventually came to anothertransecting it.
Thrice it circledover me, and then, screaming, hurtled up into the mists and vanished. She puther arms around my neck, and held me close, close.
The current was swift and had borne me several hundred yards below thebridge. The tribes said it was red with white stripes and as big asa house. They stood beside their anvils like gnomes, except that there was nodeformity about them. He told me they had camped at the far end of the plain that night. The Witch-woman leaned forward, incredulity flooding the speculation inher eyes.
There was a bustle at the edge of the crowd.
I felt a curious quivering inside me, a choking in my throat. The next day they had gone through forest and jungle and cane-brake andmarsh.
And she wouldnt let you go, even if the pygmieswould. Suddenly I was keen for going to Nansur Bridge. Hell not laugh if I ever get an opening at him, I muttered. There was a broad road up the side of the cliff, wide enough for sixhorses abreast. As I was tying the high shoes, Iglanced over at Evalie. It was borderedwith squat, one-storied houses of stone; there were many smallflowering trees.
I managed to thrust it back before it had entirely submergedthat consciousness. The mesa, at whose threshold I stood, was flat-topped. Iwent to Evalie, and turned her face up to mine. Thenthey trilled and twittered and laughed, and danced. I thrust Evalie back into the lair, and watched it.
I nowunderstood perfectly why I was to go to Nansur Bridge. The glow of the looped cross above the pit of the Kraken wasdim.
There was a long silence; then drowsily:What is it you carry round your neck, Leif?
Its weight was all of twenty pounds, yet I caught itsquarely, effortlessly, by its metal shaft.