There's a blog out there I see occasionally called Spamlines dedicated to publishing the most amusing subject lines in the spam we receive.
Today I've finally been motivated to publish a few pieces of "spam poetry" - the little tags of sometimes random, nonsensical text those bastards stick at the end of the spam to fool the filters. These two, collected by my wife at her work address (Ha! I have a Mac! I get about two spam emails a week! Suckers!) were clearly written by a spammer with a gift and not just pasted together out of reference books.
U.T. researchers prove that ballroom dancers refer to themselves as marsupials. Creatures will marry the misers. Usually the piano players would like to spank the air conditioners. Japanese movie monsters search Alta Vista for sites devoted to unwed mothers.
In broad daylight, only insects insist that the shellfish curse the stamp collectors. Didn't you know, the women say, that the mad scientists spit upon slime balls? T.V. doctors are better than swashbucklers. Doctors chatter endlessly about mad scientists.
Anyone else get great stuff like this?