Sex 'N' Crime

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I have been waiting for this e-mail all day long. I haven’t done any of the work I’m supposed to. Every thirty seconds I load up the window showing Hotmail and I hit the reload button, trying to find the e-mail among offers for herbal Viagra, animal porn, and pyramid schemes where I could allegedly make piles and piles of money while sitting around in my underwear. Hotmail is best described as ShitMail, they sell your address to any two-bit huckster with a dime to hit against the other. But our company email is subject to logging and...