|10:10 am - Spamanalyzed|
My mother, as I might have mentioned before, sends me every bad joke and feel good email she can get her hands on. And I never take all that much notice of them. But I do read them, usually, if it doesn't require me to open a file. This is a fragment of some spam from the weekend.
A simple friend doesn't know your parents' first names.
A real friend has their phone numbers in his address book.
I have a lot of parental phone numbers in my little green book. I do not pretend it means anything about me.
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