We are office stationery agent, if you need office stationery, please mail us.

[soyoky]

*** Obvious, egregious SPAM deleted by moderator. ***

[Prague]

Man, you ain't even trying!

 

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/paostby/SPAM2.jpg

[JimmyJimJim]

Is this some sort of joke? perhaps that classic Chinese wit?

 

Oh dear.

[konaboy]

Is there some site where you can submit an email address (eg onewztx@hotmail.com) so that it will be bombarded with spam?

 

Give the guy a taste of his own medicine?

[Ed Coury]

....where's the moderator??? seems the rebukes came fast and furious to keyboard-related selling posts, but this baby should be nuked ASAP ;-)

 

Unless....the people who invented the $900 hydraulic keyboard stand have moved into the stationery business -- (just kidding)

[Garrafon]

Office stationary? Is this guy kidding? Don't you have to have an office first? I wonder if he sells those too.

[timobrien]

soyoky,

 

We are offer middle finger in air to your ancestors.

[Max Sidman]

Originally posted by timobrien:

soyoky,

 

We are offer middle finger in air to your ancestors.

AHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA....

 

Hoo boy, that's funny... Anywho, I'll alert Mr. Fortner to this thread, and he'll nuke it...

[Ken Hughes]

Fortner's been contacted, and this thread will by dying a quick death quite soon. In his defense, he still has a day job and assignments writing for Keyboard, so he can't be everywhere at once, even in virtual space. You guys did a good job of repaying Soyoky's "kind gesture" of creditable, equality, and mutually beneficial trade, though. Especially Timobrien. We all got a good laff outta that. . . . .

[Stephen Fortner]

Cue sound of creaky saloon doors swinging. Piano player stops...

 

Sherriff: "So, you're the one's been stirrin' up a ruckus bringin' yer spam into our town."

 

Menacing-looking black-clad cowboy at bar: "And you're that sherriff I been hearin' the townsfolk say lost his aim, and his nerve. Just what you gonna do 'bout it?"

 

Patrons duck under tables to the sound of leather being slapped, as computer mice are drawn from holsters. Several liquor bottles are shattered by flying pop-ups for home refinancing and online pharmacies... then...

 

Menacing stranger: "Oooooh! Ya got me, ya varmint! I guess it was true what they say about your quick-draw 'close topic' button!"

 

Sherriff: "It's just a flesh wound. You're lucky I didn't ban yuh right between the eyes. We'll get Doc Holloway in here to fix you up, then you're welcome to stay if you want to talk pianah."

 

Piano player, who also has a Minimoog and Hammond B-3 next to the saloon upright, resumes a very complex medley of Debussy and "Giant Steps," which he's reading effortlessly from sheet music. As the brim of his hat tilts up, we see it's none other than Dave Horne.