1207. An unexpected Christmas gift

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Dolores got a most unexpected Christmas present the day after Christmas last year. It was an email that read:

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Partially annoyed, Dolores clicked on it and responded with equal nonsense:

Thank you a lot for giving everyone a very breath-taking opportunity to discover important secrets from here. It is usually so great and as well, jam-packed with fun for me and my office colleagues to visit your site on the least three times per week to read through the latest stuff you have got. Not to mention, I’m actually fascinated concerning the powerful advice served by you.

She received the most wonderful reply:

Hi Dolores, Your response to our spam was perfect. We here at Anonymous Spammers dot Anonymous wondered if you would like to join our team? The pay is excellent.

Dolores now lives in a mansion and drives a Lamborghini.

16 thoughts on “1207. An unexpected Christmas gift”

  6. Nitin

    So tell me old friend, now that we’re past apologies. What do you know that I can’t see? You know that I can set them against each other. One by one. It’ll take time, but it isn’t difficult. The master first perhaps. The allegory of the grave sounds a bit intriguing don’t you think. Still, the power of insight needs experiential knowledge, however finite it is, so, what do you know about WP that I don’t? I do not ask for other knowledge. And subtle sarcasm I’ll ignore.

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      My sarcasm is never subtle unfortunately – having lost many a friend because of welding sledge-hammers too wildly. What do I know that you can’t see? SFA. The only thing I know by way of experimental knowledge about Sweet FWP is that it wears me down. I think I hate people. I want to buy a little cottage in the woods far from the madding crowd and grow flowers and vegetables. You’d be welcome to join me but I don’t want too many friends.

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      1. Nitin

        I guess we share that last sentiment. And yes WP wears me down too. I’ve lost many ‘friends’ wielding a poetic scythe. And the crowd is crazy, isn’t it? That’s the point I want to tackle really. So here’s a puzzle: Maple tree, (em) path, self-proclaimed (ideal) ist , my comments. Find and use your knowledge on that blog. I’ve talked obscurely and alluded to sex there, and I guess we were eating a pinch of salt together then. But now that that’s over. I think you might come to the same conclusion. You have to find who she ’empathises’ with too to know more. Anyhow. That’s your task if you’re up to it. Now I must rest and perhaps look for another cottage elsewhere, and meet old friends, or swim, or work, or take to football again. See you later my friend. There are others too, but one step at a time. Do it only if you’re up to it. Or forget it and find the bloody cottage!

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          1. Bruce Goodman Post author

            At my age one is prepare to fuck anything! I’ve now printed off your last comment. I’m a dog with a bone. I keep thinking you’re a man once called Oscar but there’s no similarities… I’ll start with the maple tree – and I have had Nitin Lalit Murali (and from today Nandita Manan Yata) written all over desk for a week,

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            1. Nitin

              Oscar and me are two completely different people Bruce. His very quote about poetry and feeling is antithetical to who I am and what I do. And me and her are not the bones you should chew on. We’re nobodies who’re suffering to be honest. The maple tree you should hack first. Go through the posts and find the right cause. I guess I’m a bit of a Jack Shepherd that way. Still that’s just television.

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