Either someone’s playing games with our minds, or this is a neat trick that defies electrons.
Of all the things I expected to hear uttered from the lounge earlier this evening while my wife was checking her email, this was not one of them:
I’ve been spammed by the Amish.
Fancy that! Still tittering about it now…
Further text punishment? Try: Costa del Pentecost | Choosing a brilliant password | Where have encyclopedia salespeople gone? | The changing traditions | Washing machine safety | Sorting out the Windows trash
I want your brainjar