Chain emails
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jonesbeach10
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Chain emails
Do you forward them? I must have gotten about 6 in the past couple of days from one person, and was curious. It seems there's always one person in everyone's address book who forwards chain emails, and there's no words to describe the feeling when you open up the inbox and seeing "FW:FW:FW:FW:Pass this on or you will DIE tomorrow!!!
" (Okay maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit, but you get the point)
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Island_Lullaby
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Re: Chain emails
I have exactly the same reaction, and think we all have one person in our lives who forwards this stuff on. I didn't do it with snail mail, and I don't do it nowjonesbeach10 wrote:Do you forward them? I must have gotten about 6 in the past couple of days from one person, and was curious. It seems there's always one person in everyone's address book who forwards chain emails, and there's no words to describe the feeling when you open up the inbox and seeing "FW:FW:FW:FW:Pass this on or you will DIE tomorrow!!!![]()
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" (Okay maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit, but you get the point)
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No, I don't forward them. Just delete, esp the ones that say I'm a bad Christian and am ashamed of Jesus if I don't send it on.
And I had no idea we had new smilies until reading this poll! Thanks!
I was so impressed with PHDiane in the MSC for finding the cute girlie smilie to illustrate her daughter.
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And I had no idea we had new smilies until reading this poll! Thanks!
I was so impressed with PHDiane in the MSC for finding the cute girlie smilie to illustrate her daughter.

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This is the only message I forward and I suggest the rest of you do the same, right away:
Hello,
I am a very sick little boy. My mother is typing this for me, because I can't. She is crying. Don't cry, Mommy! Mommy is always sad, but she says it's not my fault. I asked her if it was God's fault, but she didn't answer, and only started crying harder, so I don't ask her that anymore.
The reason she is so sad is that I'm so sick. I was born without a body. It doesn't hurt, except when I go to sleep. The doctors gave me an artificial body. My body is a burlap bag filled with leaves. The doctors said that was the best they could do on account of us having no money or insurance. I would like to have a body transplant, but we need more money. Mommy doesn't work because she said employers don't hire crying people. I said, "Don't cry, Mommy," and she hugged my burlap body. Mommy always gives me hugs, even though she's allergic to burlap, and it chafes her real bad.
I hope you will help me. You can help me if you forward this e-mail. Dr. Johansen said if you forward this e-mail then Bill Gates will team up with AOL and do a survey with NASA. Then the astronauts will collect prayers from school children all over America and take them up to space so that the angels can hear them better. Then they will go to the Pope, and he will take up a collection in church and send the money to the doctors. The doctors could help me better then. Maybe one day I will be able to play baseball. Or maybe just use my lungs and heart, when the doctors make them.
The doctors said that every time you forward this letter, the astronauts can take another prayer to the angels. Please help me. Mommy is so sad, and I want a body. I don't want my leaves to rot before I turn 10.
If you don't forward this e-mail, that's OK.
Mommy says you're a mean heartless shithead who doesn't care about a poor little boy with only a head. She says that if you don't stew in the raw pit of your own guilt-ridden stomach, she hopes you die a long slow horrible death so you can burn forever in hell. What kind of a**hole are you that you can't take five f**** minutes to forward this to all your friends so that they can feel guilt and shame for the rest of their day, and then maybe help a poor, bodiless nine-year-old boy? Please help me. This really sucks. I try to be happy but it's hard. I wish I had a puppy. I wish I could hold a puppy.
Thank You.
Billy Evans,
The boy with just a head.
And a burlap sack for a body
Hello,
I am a very sick little boy. My mother is typing this for me, because I can't. She is crying. Don't cry, Mommy! Mommy is always sad, but she says it's not my fault. I asked her if it was God's fault, but she didn't answer, and only started crying harder, so I don't ask her that anymore.
The reason she is so sad is that I'm so sick. I was born without a body. It doesn't hurt, except when I go to sleep. The doctors gave me an artificial body. My body is a burlap bag filled with leaves. The doctors said that was the best they could do on account of us having no money or insurance. I would like to have a body transplant, but we need more money. Mommy doesn't work because she said employers don't hire crying people. I said, "Don't cry, Mommy," and she hugged my burlap body. Mommy always gives me hugs, even though she's allergic to burlap, and it chafes her real bad.
I hope you will help me. You can help me if you forward this e-mail. Dr. Johansen said if you forward this e-mail then Bill Gates will team up with AOL and do a survey with NASA. Then the astronauts will collect prayers from school children all over America and take them up to space so that the angels can hear them better. Then they will go to the Pope, and he will take up a collection in church and send the money to the doctors. The doctors could help me better then. Maybe one day I will be able to play baseball. Or maybe just use my lungs and heart, when the doctors make them.
The doctors said that every time you forward this letter, the astronauts can take another prayer to the angels. Please help me. Mommy is so sad, and I want a body. I don't want my leaves to rot before I turn 10.
If you don't forward this e-mail, that's OK.
Mommy says you're a mean heartless shithead who doesn't care about a poor little boy with only a head. She says that if you don't stew in the raw pit of your own guilt-ridden stomach, she hopes you die a long slow horrible death so you can burn forever in hell. What kind of a**hole are you that you can't take five f**** minutes to forward this to all your friends so that they can feel guilt and shame for the rest of their day, and then maybe help a poor, bodiless nine-year-old boy? Please help me. This really sucks. I try to be happy but it's hard. I wish I had a puppy. I wish I could hold a puppy.
Thank You.
Billy Evans,
The boy with just a head.
And a burlap sack for a body
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Jimmy Jeff Bobby wrote:This is the only message I forward and I suggest the rest of you do the same, right away:
Hello,
I am a very sick little boy. My mother is typing this for me, because I can't. She is crying. Don't cry, Mommy! Mommy is always sad, but she says it's not my fault. I asked her if it was God's fault, but she didn't answer, and only started crying harder, so I don't ask her that anymore.
The reason she is so sad is that I'm so sick. I was born without a body. It doesn't hurt, except when I go to sleep. The doctors gave me an artificial body. My body is a burlap bag filled with leaves. The doctors said that was the best they could do on account of us having no money or insurance. I would like to have a body transplant, but we need more money. Mommy doesn't work because she said employers don't hire crying people. I said, "Don't cry, Mommy," and she hugged my burlap body. Mommy always gives me hugs, even though she's allergic to burlap, and it chafes her real bad.
I hope you will help me. You can help me if you forward this e-mail. Dr. Johansen said if you forward this e-mail then Bill Gates will team up with AOL and do a survey with NASA. Then the astronauts will collect prayers from school children all over America and take them up to space so that the angels can hear them better. Then they will go to the Pope, and he will take up a collection in church and send the money to the doctors. The doctors could help me better then. Maybe one day I will be able to play baseball. Or maybe just use my lungs and heart, when the doctors make them.
The doctors said that every time you forward this letter, the astronauts can take another prayer to the angels. Please help me. Mommy is so sad, and I want a body. I don't want my leaves to rot before I turn 10.
If you don't forward this e-mail, that's OK.
Mommy says you're a mean heartless shithead who doesn't care about a poor little boy with only a head. She says that if you don't stew in the raw pit of your own guilt-ridden stomach, she hopes you die a long slow horrible death so you can burn forever in hell. What kind of a**hole are you that you can't take five f***ing minutes to forward this to all your friends so that they can feel guilt and shame for the rest of their day, and then maybe help a poor, bodiless nine-year-old boy? Please help me. This really sucks. I try to be happy but it's hard. I wish I had a puppy. I wish I could hold a puppy.
Thank You.
Billy Evans,
The boy with just a head.
And a burlap sack for a body
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Sorry I forgot Mings as a choicephjrsaunt wrote:*VERY rarely forward them. Hardly ever even open them.
*Mings
*I'm posting so I can play with the new smilies!![]()
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And yes, I just want to play with the new smilies too.
Sometimes more than others,
we see who and what and where we are,
I'm just a one man band,
With my feet in the sand,
Tonight I just need my guitar
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jonesbeach10
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Yay Mods!phjrsaunt wrote:jonesbeach10 wrote:Sorry I forgot Mings as a choicephjrsaunt wrote:*VERY rarely forward them. Hardly ever even open them.
*Mings
*I'm posting so I can play with the new smilies!![]()
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Look again. Tee hee hee!![]()
And yes, I just want to play with the new smilies too.
Sometimes more than others,
we see who and what and where we are,
I'm just a one man band,
With my feet in the sand,
Tonight I just need my guitar
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