A Girl Named Wayne

Ah, spammers. You gotta love ’em. The following message was clever enough to fool my spam filter. It’s also dumb enough that I’m posting it here:

From: Wayne <[email protected]>
Subject: my dream come true
Date: 29 August 2006 12:38:56 PDT
To: [email protected]
Reply-To: Wayne <[email protected]>

Hi,
Hope I am not writing to wrong address. I am nbice, pretty looking
gbirl. I am planning ona visiting your town this month. Can
we meet each other in person? Messabge me back at [email protected]

No thanks, Wayne — I’ll pass.

Actually, come to think of it: what does this particular spammer hope to get out of this? Maybe she’s hoping to sell me Viagra or Levatra or penis-enlargement pills. There must be something wrong in this country, what with the chronic penis deficit we’re running. (And now I’ve just made this entry a huge bullseye for the comment spammers, who are just as eager to help me increase the size of my member.)

7 comments

  1. Just my secret way of ‘Getting Rich Slowly’. I’m working my way up the corporate ladder, you know… on-line spammer today, on-phone telemarketer tomorrow. Then maybe, just maybe, I will be able get my foot in the door as a Kirby Vacuum salesman… oh, the opportunities are endless!

  2. Greetings, friend. Do you wish to look as happy as me? Well, you’ve got the power inside you right now. So use it. And send one dollar to Happy Dude, 742 Evergreen Terrace, Springfield. Don’t delay! Eternal happiness is just a dollar away.

  3. Speaking of fabulous spam, the one above is a beauty. If the address were complete, I’d say that it never hurts to ask.

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