Brose writes, in pertinent part:
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Then a gigantic virus crashed my computer.
I was looking at the SPAM website this afternoon. Why? To avoid doing actual work. Good thing I took that detour, though, because I discovered that, like the Waffle House, SPAM has it’s own songs. Listen to the country-fried modern classic “Pam Don’t Take My SPAM” here.
Here is a short list of people who have been urging me to woo a Russian bride:
Let me see… Mary… Mary. Ah, yes. Mary who writes to me about marrying Russian ladies. Now I remember.
Enterprising Vanity Fair reporter Ted Travelstead wondered what would happen if he actually responded to some of the spam mail that barraged his inbox. He discovered that the only way to stop getting spam was to answer it.
My sincere apology for my unethical/unprofessional approach to you on this very august request, however, I would respectfully request that you keep the contents of this mail exceptionally confidential and respect the confidentiality of the information made privileged, in the cause of our interaction.
“I am Mr. Gang L. Xiao, presently the Vice Chairman, Executive Operations, Bank of China Limited, Hong Kong. I am requesting your partnership and it involves securring and housing Large funds. ...
Dear Mister Gang,
Despite your unethical approach you have me VERY intrigued with your offer. Here is my info.
P.O. Box Hmickey2bones
Slurm, FL 32579
How much are we talking about? And can I get an advance on it today? I need to buy some school supplies for my kids.
The correspondence continued for more than a month. Read the full article here.