Spam I Am …
Do you ever wonder who in the hell has all this time to be sending out all this spam-email? I mean, is it a full-time job? Does the guy actually get hits? Does anyone read this shit?
Because you’ve probably missed some of these gems, I’d like to sprinkle this entry with some of the crap I’ve been sent just today. There are over one hundred spam-emails I get each and every day, God forbid I take a vacation and can’t get to my email for a week or something.
Erm. Because that’s going to be a big hit. “Average” girls taking a “load in the face”. Uh huh. How can this even be legal to send out to people. I mean, you can’t send this shit to my mailbox at home, but you can send it to my email box. And you know that none of these girls are really “average, off-the-street”. They’re probably all ugly hoes getting paid to keep their crack habit going.
Erm. Raise of hands. Anyone know anyone that’s actually bought this crap? Jesus, three full inches … it’s like miracle grow for the genetalia. I think the only thing you might get out of these pills is a cavity from all the sugar that the pills are probably made of.
“Admiration of all”, that must be the big selling point, right there, because you know that’s what we all want. And if you’re going to do this, why the hell would you get the Bachelors degree … why not just go for the PhD? I mean, if you’re going to spend all of $20 bucks on a degree, why not get the most for your money. Anyone ever read that line on the school application that mentions an “accredited” school. Hmm.
What the hell do I care about farmgirls for, I’m a city guy …
Ugh. Spam sucks.
I don’t know what annoys me more–pop up ads or junk email. Blah.