This has nothing at all to do with Japan, and as such has no business being on this blog — yet on this blog it is.
Why? Because it is without a doubt the most insane spam e-mail in the history of spam e-mails. I have no idea what it is attempting to convey, but the astoundingly bad English had me fighting back laughter in the graveyard-like silence of a workplace that has become devoid of laughter.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present you with the e-mail.
Help yyourself on Christmas!
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Where a quiet conversation was possible. He ordered, of all
the laws of smoking. He turned toward coke. She could easily
have done thatpowdering her nose to the marquis and lady
florimel. Simultaneously all, what good would it be to her?
she flung up.
Fucking poetry, I tell you.