Normally I do not give my spam folder a second thought aside from “Maybe I should actively rather than passively delete this stuff.” Today I actually paused to look at the titles of the spam messages. Promises of amazing enlargements, much words of wisdom on the best way to spend my money on weight loss, and many a fairy prince offering to fill my bank account with a pretty penny or many million.
Today the mystical internet actually managed to send me a spam message that made me smile:
“We can get you much discount pils.”
How on earth did the internet mavens know that it is absolutely perfect weather for fine Czech beer?