spokes

spokes

n. lists of jokes, sent from friends via email; joke spam. I don’t know what’s worse, spokes or spam.
See also: spoke
McGraw-Hill's Dictionary of American Slang and Colloquial Expressions
See also:
  • fettie
  • bluh
  • bousta
  • Hey!
  • lucci
  • horseradish
  • base
  • stir
  • brutal
  • doje
References in classic literature
He spoke in a perfectly natural tone in reply to Rouletabille's question.
I spoke to him about it when night had come on, and we were once more in his room.
Anna Mikhaylovna also had of late visited them less frequently, seemed to hold herself with particular dignity, and always spoke rapturously and gratefully of the merits of her son and the brilliant career on which he had entered.
He sat rather sideways in the armchair next to the countess, arranging with his right hand the cleanest of gloves that fitted his left hand like a skin, and he spoke with a particularly refined compression of his lips about the amusements of the highest Petersburg society, recalling with mild irony old times in Moscow and Moscow acquaintances.
Thus spoke the goddess, and Helen's heart yearned after her former husband, her city, and her parents.
After a time they delivered their message, and the speech of Menelaus ran trippingly on the tongue; he did not say much, for he was a man of few words, but he spoke very clearly and to the point, though he was the younger man of the two; Ulysses, on the other hand, when he rose to speak, was at first silent and kept his eyes fixed upon the ground.
I am Lady Arabella March of Diana's Grove." As she spoke she turned slightly to Mr.
The old woman was as good as her word: she never spoke angrily to her, and gave her roast and boiled meats every day.
On the day after I left, it came to the ears of Chaka, by the mouth of his spies, that my second wife--Anadi--was sick and spoke strange words in her sickness.
But we soon dropped that subject, and Sir Percival spoke next, in the most unselfish terms, of his engagement with Laura.
And when we started they spoke out a hearty good-by and wished us a pleasant journey.
Thus spoke Minerva daughter of Jove, and Telemachus lost no time in doing as the goddess told him.
She spoke to him imperiously, as a master might speak to a refractory hound.
He never spoke. He stood, in dead silence, looking long and anxiously at the beautiful Englishwoman.
Bumble spoke, he made a melancholy feint of grasping his lantern with fierce determination; and plainly showed, by the alarmed expression of every feature, that he DID want a little rousing, and not a little, prior to making any very warlike demonstration: unless, indeed, against paupers, or other person or persons trained down for the purpose.