From
Ginger:
I'm beginning to think there's something to this spam poetry thing. This is my opus so far. (Yes, I'm sitting at the computer but not actually working. I'm certainly not going to charge the client for the four hours I've had her Web site open, while I was actually gathering spam poetry material.)
SPam: A PoEM QWTY
Espied H. Surcharged
a realization. WEBMASTER
Do YOu want a big Penis?
YOUR URGENT ASSISTANT NEEDED
FXW, then openly drank
KVKFT, the dazzlingly bright
ORBJGL, in a secluded
QSLFGD, he had decidedly
IKUCNBS, the moon floating
Re: FB, hello!' someone barked
YFZGTDL, aphranius took from
no pain to grow ur pe-nis bullnose daiquiri
Juliana:
Man, some discussion boards make me want to cry, what with the lack of being able to spell. Seriously, "seksiness"?
billytea:
Sounds like a brand name for Ikea's line of marital aids.
Ahem, Theo - I posted up Ginger's Spam Poetry already.
But actually, it deserves a double. Funny as hell.
Eeek. I'm running days behind in some places, obviously.
Skipper! And in COMM, no less. For shame!
erinaceous, on shopping strategies:
Or you could just get a personal shopper at Nordies. That's what they do. It's the shopping equivalent of having them hold the tiger while you shoot it, but sometimes you just want the rug without the drama, y'know?
Connie in Sang Sacre on the Battle of Christmastown:
Oh, the snowmanity.
Made me crack up.
Shrift:
An example of the cheery being inflicted on me:
Boss: GOOD MORNING!
Me:
t mumble
G'morning.
Boss:
t leans close
Did you say good morning?
Me: Yes?
Boss:
t sing-song
I didn't HEAR you!
Me:
t recoils in terror