Michelle writes that I beat her to the punch by posting spam poetry. I don't know if what I posted would really qualify as "spam" -- "real" spam poetry would probably look like this crude offering:
I am hard.
I stay hard.
I am natural viagra.
I add three inches to my cable descrambler.
I make $$$$$ from my hot and horny computer.
I find the truth about my neighbor's gas mileage.
I astound my wife with prescription drugs delivered overnight.
I watch Jenny and her slutty cheerleader friends refinance home loans.
I am spam.
I contain multitudes.
Since then I've received about three or four more of those odd spam messages -- with great titles like "restless old immanuels" and "when he laid" -- and I'm not sure what to do with them. "restless old immanuels" doesn't start off very well -- the first two words are "german pecan," and "gesture wotan cheesecake cunningham" just stops the whole thing dead (though "cheesecake cunningham" works with "terrible betsy"). But it ends with:
glued thickish.
delinquent
soften
which I kind of like.
Posted by the wily filipino at November 26, 2003 09:13 AM