I have been using a Yahoo account now for many years. Actually when I was helping a mate the other day set up his computer and his first non work email account I ended up suggesting using Yahoo. Any of the other more "ethical" choices would take too long and he needed an email address in order to register his programs and start his life on the world wide web. He did say though, come the revolution he would save my good name by not mention my suggestion. I suggested yahoo over some of the other "non-ethical" choices because in all the years I have had it I never once have an email in my inbox that suggested I buy viagra or get breast inplants. Once in a while you get some guy from Africa asking for money but if you say its spam then you either never get them again or they are directed toward your bulk folder.

So today when I got an email from a name I didn't recognize I clicked on it wearily. The email including part of a fatasy story which I thought was odd and milding entertaining:

swept the stone floor. The big man was frowning at first, but they did their very best to be frightfully polite, and kept on nodding and bending and bowing and waving their hoods before their knees (in proper dwarf-fashion), till he stopped frowning and burst into a chuckling laugh; they looked so comical. Troop, was right, he said. A fine comic one. Come in my merry men, and what are your names? I dont want your service just now, only your names; and then sit down and stop wagging! Balin and Dwalin, they said not daring to be offended, and sat flop on the floor looking rather surprised. Now go on again! said Beorn to the wizard. Where was 1? O yes€“ I was not grabbed. I killed a goblin or two with a flash- Good! growled Beorn. It is some good being a wizard, then and slipped inside the crack before it closed. I followed down into

So where does this story lead to . . . a link to a viagra site of course. I suppose a story about a big man slipping inside a crack could have meat nothing else. Maybe it is time I get myself a riseup account or the like. Maybe it is time I get myself a riseup account or the like.

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