We played a fun game this weekend: every time my Blackberry chimed with an e-mail, we tried to guess what kind of spam it would be. Amazingly, Kerri (one of our film producers and the principal participant in this game) only got it right once. No wonder those vaunted spam filters can’t manage to catch it all, it’s too unpredictable.
Guess the spam. If you get it wrong, you have to take a drink.
Hic!
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