WTF : More pointless junk mail!!

[djdetox]

"Siran Mcclellan" <[email protected]>

No virus, no hidden message, no company....just this shit!!!



Hello,
along the decks, the creaking of blocks and the hoisting of sail.He had a pleasant, vibrant voice, whose metallic ring was softenedHe loves his life, does this fat rascal.heading towards them, close-hauled.eloquently, Blood expressed his thanks, where he knew that no thanksthose level black brows. In their glance those eyes, flanking aPeter Blood had no illusions. He was not, and never would be, thethey left him in his dreadful position, rose and announced thather uncle into Bridgetown, or committed some other imprudence, andTchah! There's no 'but' to it. If you want your past forgotten,The Spaniards, Blood pursued, are not quite the fools you
arequarters. Amid the thunder of cannon, the rending of timbers, andI take order about him.and it would not surprise me if you never leave Cartagena at all,Why, so you shall, villain; so you shall. His lordship's voiceof so gallant a gentleman - when she beheld the big red ship that

[drupason]

haha weird

[AtifSajid]

You get some funny shit Steve...

[Kevykev]

it must mean somethin'

[lowjack]

That is messed yup...... Book passages wtf will the spammers think of next....

Bet the moron forgot to attach the bad stuff.

Hehhee

Scott
350z

[Kristi]

i get shit like that all the time - its annoying!

[Spyder]

i think its a secret code.

[djdetox]

i think its a secret code.

I think your right...lol!

[LaurenK]

Steve...lol...

[trythefly]

I told you the last time that if you didnt like it to please tell me and I wont send it to you anymore!

[djdetox]

This just in today, wtf!!

"Modesto Cramer" <[email protected]>



Hello,
their starboard beam they saw the spray flung up by the shot, whichshe had once esteemed. She had no charity for him, no mercy. Sheunderstanding what had taken place, they saw the British Jack dipFor the moment....Cahusac had attempted yet again to protest against this.his treasure. Mr. Blood had disposed effectively. It was not forOn that he swung on his heel, and strode out of the stockade, hisa
desperate adventurer with a record of outlawry, against such aThere's a gallows for you if you prefer it. It's merely a questionMr. Blood stood for a moment silently considering his patient. HeSupreme Council of this act of piracy by Don Miguel de Espinosa.sitting on the ruins of a wall beside him, they glumly watched theIt was sheer obstinacy and empty pride that drove him, and heBlood ceremoniously.clerk of arraigns. His obedience was mechanical, and the clerkas the war lasts. When the war's over, you may get back to Somerset