Bob10> Good evening friend. I would like to tell you about the wonderful and exiting world of spam bots.
AtomD> Wonderful? Exiting? Spam? I daresay Bob10, I'm more intrigued than when my wife offered to have a threesome with me and Spot!
AtomD> Holy fucking shit, Bob10! Why, becoming a spam bot seems like a marvelous endeavor!
Bob10> So you can see why becoming a spam bot would be a marvelous endeavor!
AtomD> I can, Dammit! Tell me how I can get in before I wet myself!
Bob10> Well, it's not as easy to get in as you might think... Why don't you check my site?
AtomD> Interesting... Well Bob10, you seem to be running a very legitimate business. I will in no way feel uneasy when sending you money. Unlike the IRS. They still haven't tarred the road outside my house. I guess that's the kind of service you get from the IRS in South Africa.
Bob10> The money will pay for access to hundreds on hundreds of pages that will teach you the skills you need to become a spam bot. I will also introduce you to some very powerful people of various companies.
AtomD> What, like Bil Gaits?
Bob10> Yes, I can introduce you to Bil Gaits.
AtomD> Well fuck Bill Gates. I hate him more than my aunt Linda. Bitch. What about that Red Hat guy?
Bob10> Yes, I can introduce you to Fred Durst.
AtomD> OMG, ROTFLMAOWEABOCAWAP!
Bob10> Excuse me?
AtomD> Oh my God, roll on the floor laughing my ass off while eating a bag of chips and watching amateur porn.
Bob10> I'm so sorry, I'm not as clued up as you on the lingo.
AtomD> Well, I can teach you...
AtomD> Well, why don't you check out my site?
Bob10> God dammit Timothy, why aren't you at work today?
AtomD> Fuckit John, it took you long enough to realize is was me...
AtomD> And actually, I'm feeling a bit off.
AtomD> Come on, that's what we do!
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