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…
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