Smarter spam

Someone would just love to sell me V`i`c`odin, V~a|ium, and X~a.nax, and Rob Cockerham finds sextillion ways to spell Viagra.

Another way to sneak past the spam filters is to include lots of non-spam-like text in the mail. This has progressed from including an extra paragraph of garbage words strung together, to short stories, to jokes:

A drunk decides to go ice fishing, so he gathers his gear and goes walking around until he finds a big patch of ice. He heads into the center of the ice and begins to saw a hole. All of sudden, a loud booming voice comes out of the sky. “You will find no fish under that ice.” The drunk looks around, but sees no one. He starts sawing again. Once more, the voice speaks, “As I said before, there are no fish under the ice.” The drunk looks all around, high and low, but can’t see a single soul. He picks up the saw and tries one more time to finish. Before he can even start cutting, the huge voice interrupts. “I have warned you three times now. There are no fish!” The drunk is now flustered and somewhat scared, so he asks the voice, “How do you know there are no fish? Are you God trying to warn me?” “No”, the voice replied. “I am the manager of this hockey arena!

While I still don’t want to buy your prescription drugs securely and discreetly, I have to admit that’s pretty funny.

This one, however, I just didn’t get:

Professor Laurie of Glasgow put this notice on his door: “Professor Laurie will not meet his classes today.” A student, after reading the notice, rubbed out the “c”. Later Professor Laurie came along, and entering into the spirit of the joke, rubbed out the “l”.

He won’t meet his asses? Okay, spam still sucks.