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19-03-08
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Eles querem te pelar. Eles querem "aumentar seu pênis". Eles querem que você envie as sobras para trambiqueiros na Nigéria, a título de resgate de um prêmio ou de uma herança. Se eles não conseguirem nada disso, vão tentar simplesmente te confundir.
Data: Wed, 19 Mar 2008 06:50:13 +0000God dag. À primeira vista, me encantei com a possibilidade de "dag" estar no sentido de "peixe", em hebraico, ou de "cachorro", no patuá falado pelos ciganos de Snatch. Mas não. Deve ter sido erro de digitação. É demais pedir verve surrealista aos bandoleiros do spam. Ainda.
De: "Kosloski Shishido"
Para: altovoltablog@yahoo.com.br
Assunto: philosophers
God dag,
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