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Wednesday, May 9, 2007

It's spring, and the SPAM is in bloom

I must be pretty dang luck. "Cause I've been winning all this national email lotteries lately. People across the globe who are dying in the cancer epidemic that obvisouly must be out there all want to give me their money, as long as I spend it on charity. And I know where to get great knock off watches and drugs. Even drugs that will increase the size of all these different body parts because, apparently, women in Indonesia are laughing at me. All the things this inter-tubie net thing brings our way.

1 comment:

Jim said...

I recommend you ignore the spammers. They won't go away, but you will be happier for it. :)