I think all spam comes from the same source. All spam comes out of an aircraft hangar sized building in Taiwan, chock full of minimum wage hopefuls desirous of pyramid schemes that will one day make them rich at the expense of squashing people as they have in turn been squashed.
It occurred to me today that an ironic death for a vegetarian would be to get attacked and eaten by a bunch of feral hogs. Now I wonder if vegetarian-eating hogs make better or worse candidates for spam.
Girls (and anyone else): I’ll write you privately. What I got to say definitely falls into the category ‘non-anecdote”. Quite possibly ‘offensive and unfunny non-anecdote’.
There is, however, an x-degrees-of-separation connection with John Cale, so that might rope Cindy in, and quite possibly Lucy.
haters
and here I was bemoaning the state of spam.
Current spam:
1. Avoid standard men’s troubles.
Irish spam is superior to American spam.
2. Politician’s gene found.
I think all spam comes from the same source. All spam comes out of an aircraft hangar sized building in Taiwan, chock full of minimum wage hopefuls desirous of pyramid schemes that will one day make them rich at the expense of squashing people as they have in turn been squashed.
Y’all, all spam comes from the Heartland. Austin, Minnesota. And I think Hawaii is still one of the most concentrated markets for it.
“Everything but the squeal.”
The Jungle.
Pork product!
It occurred to me today that an ironic death for a vegetarian would be to get attacked and eaten by a bunch of feral hogs. Now I wonder if vegetarian-eating hogs make better or worse candidates for spam.
So much to consider in life….
Eating things that eat meat is probably not great for you, but bacon is so delicious. Trade-offs.
It occurred to me today that an ironic death for a vegetarian would be to get attacked and eaten by a bunch of feral hogs.
Cindy, I have a bit of godawfulblack (true) humor having to do with Jeffrey Dahmer. I think it’s best I write you privately.
Mmmnh, bacon.
That’s got nothing to do with the godawfulblack (truely) (true) humorous Jeffrey Dahmer thing.
I’m all ears. About Jeffrey Dahmer, that is. I’m actually quite a bit more than ears. That is to say, my two ears are a relatively small part of me.
I think I need to go home now.
I am NOT all ears about Jeffrey Dahmer OK? NOT ALL EARS HERE. Thanks.
By the way, thanks again Clusterflock. This time I’m eating a rather lovely fresh pasta and thai shrimp thing.
Girls (and anyone else): I’ll write you privately. What I got to say definitely falls into the category ‘non-anecdote”. Quite possibly ‘offensive and unfunny non-anecdote’.
There is, however, an x-degrees-of-separation connection with John Cale, so that might rope Cindy in, and quite possibly Lucy.
[fingers in her ears]
la la la la laalalalalalal aaaaaaaaaaalaaaaaaaa la la. la. la la la. la.
It’s a shaggy-dog non-anecdote. But no dogs, shaggy or otherwise, were (nor will be) harmed in the telling of the non-anecdote.
I’m still waiting for my no dogs harmed non-anecdote that peripherally involves John Cale. If you please.
Can’t right now. I’m driving.
Just say it out loud. I’ll hear you.