Orange Customer Services 902012220 1414 and Bocconcini Mozzarella 
For two days, a spammer is sending millions of emails with the return of one of my email accounts. I do not know if you use only the return address or even SMTP. Of this vast number of items a percentage is sent to addresses saturated, abandoned or non-existent, so the bounce messages and informs the sender of course could not be delivered. So, to me. Which means that every hour I get about 5000 messages of this type. The problem is not just the pain in the ass to lose so many warnings, is that it is almost impossible to find among so many important messages straw. I'm not checking the address from my pop email program to prevent the discharge of such waste and decided to try to verify the account from the webmail. Galore continue to receive messages faster than that I can delete them.
I call "customer service" Orange, my provider to see if I can tell if they are using my smtp or not. In case you were using, say I could simply not allow it. Not even myself, if they can not do better. So I could still receive messages in that direction and would use another smtp from another account to send them. In fact, what I'm doing for months because new measures of "security" applied in smtps not allow me with my email program and operating system to do so.
45 minutes cost me a fucking poor guy without a clue I pick up the phone. I give my data dozens of times and no sounds or your own domain that belongs to your company (I have to spell "ctv"). Of course, knows nothing of what I'm telling you, but do as I do. I wait five minutes left in the "Let the sunshine" in French. Is surprised at the number of mails I have in my inbox: more than 9000. He knows nothing. He is back to explain. I again left with the loop of the ditty of "Hair." Cojonuda back with an idea: I put a filter antispam. I try to explain that this is not much spam you get but all the avalanche are messages returned because someone did that you are sending to my address. Back to expect. The lyrics of the song-I swear-shelled some verses that say "harmony and understanding, empathy and trust abound." Returns. I download a Antitrojans and install it. We go back to try to explain that I have no Trojan. Back to expect. Returns. He says he deleted my account and I make a new one. I explain that if I delete lose all the messages I get on it. He says he understands. Back to expect. Returns. I do not know what nonsense he says now. Back to back with another wait and crap. I wonder if every time I lets hope someone will ask to know more. The poor devil himself confesses. I ask her to go with someone who knows more. Says it can not be, they do not know what to do, which has no fault that I receive so many messages. I begin to give up trying to make him understand something. Gets nervous. In conversation sixty times called me "Mr. Entrialgo "as a kind of talisman that crutch free to take any consistent data. I wonder if you know what a smtp. He tells me he can not give me that information. Ask me if I have any further queries. No, of course, I have no longer any doubt about the shit customer service that has this company. I wasted hours between expectations and the dialogue of bream. On the agenda about to change my internet provider and telephone as soon as it awhile. I write this while the "Let the sunshine" I keep hammering the brain.
Leo in numerous media outlets that 2008 marks the 50th anniversary of Raphael on the stage. I leave the accounts. I turn to my collection of concert tickets and brochures to find out. In 1991 Raphael was looking at the Calderon Theater in Madrid and, as you can see on the cover of the program, such a spectacle was advertised as the "30 anniversary of Raphael on the scene." The most elementary calculation shows that at least one of these two occasions the anniversary was not. 
For two days, a spammer is sending millions of emails with the return of one of my email accounts. I do not know if you use only the return address or even SMTP. Of this vast number of items a percentage is sent to addresses saturated, abandoned or non-existent, so the bounce messages and informs the sender of course could not be delivered. So, to me. Which means that every hour I get about 5000 messages of this type. The problem is not just the pain in the ass to lose so many warnings, is that it is almost impossible to find among so many important messages straw. I'm not checking the address from my pop email program to prevent the discharge of such waste and decided to try to verify the account from the webmail. Galore continue to receive messages faster than that I can delete them. 
I do not know if the heat or what hosts, but this week I have returned to cheat. And with the oldest trick in the ciborium. I go to the supermarket. Advertise "authentic mozzarella" and the box sets two marks: one English and one chunga-looking with an Italian name, the drawing of the head of a buffalo and the words in two languages, "with buffalo milk." Few foods have a combination taste and texture as subtle and yet so sublime as the mozzarella but-and this is important-as long as we're talking about real buffalo mozzarella. Because the beef is usually a byproduct chiclopastosa substance that is used for salads and dishes pseudoitaliana fill more cumbersome. It's not like the Iberian ham and normal ham, each one has its point and its time. Or as the young wine and reserve. No. mozzarella buffalo is not nothing is solid. Whitish clay nonsense. Therefore, although worth more, no doubt choose the latter, the supposedly Italian brand. 
In an awkward gesture of honesty that I regret I decided to make the subnormal and pay the asking price at retail for the box of the first season DVDs of this series. Is the reward? After breaking the plastiquito gleaning in the menus and I find that the cutredistribuidora in our country, to save four dollars, ripped me off selling me shit editing a no subtitles in Castilian. So I have two options: either I see it in English not understand even half or my drink in a revolting absurdity that destroys English references, naturalness and humor of the series based on the over-vocalized speech, theatrical, deeply and completely unnatural of all the crap dubbing English. I have cheated abusing my good faith and I have to get out all the episodes from all seasons of the internet to be viewed with subtitles. I wanted to pay but do not let me. Then come crying to us that the industry is not doing well because of internet and bla, ble, bli. May you fuck a fish, crooks. 
