Spam Spam Spam

August 24, 2011

Categories: Uncategorized

When I was young, Spam was something you bought in a can. It was ham. Kind of. It was the ham you got when it wasn’t Christmas time, which is when you got ham on the bone. It was great to take on holidays because you could cut it into thick slices, fry it up with pineapple and have an exotic dish for dinner. (What do you call this, Darl?)

Today spam is that stuff that is clogging up my Wordpess blog. Every time I open up my dashboard there are at least a dozen spam entries that I need to delete. Dear Spam people, unless you’re going to add some pineapple when you send me your spam — GET A LIFE. Step away from your desk and do something useful.


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