Didn't go to aerobics.

[camwyn]

Even Motrin has its limitations when it comes to the monthly visits from the planet Progesteronia. Ah, well, I'll be able to watch Asoka at a reasonable hour, I s'pose. I'm about to run out to the store, but I wanted to comment on something before I left: for the first time in my life (okay, second) I find myself genuinely tempted to look at a piece of spam email based on its subject line. The first time involved 'get ordained for $29'. This time? 'WARNING! GIANT DEMON TESTICLES AHEAD!'

I mean, really. It sounds like someone's trying to sell me Urotsukidoji: Legend of the Overfiend or something.

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Spam... spam.... SPAM...

[quintus.livejournal.com]

You know, I'd almost think someone was tailoring my spam intake to annoy me?

I seem to be getting a lot of "Penis extension" emails ('Hey? That's not Mine! That ain't my bag baby!'), offers on the joys of septic tanks, viagra, pig pheromones ('Sooooooeeeeeeeeeeee!') and spycam offers.

What kind of demographic do they think I am in?

"Hyuk Hyuk... Bertha ma hawg just don't lahk ma luvvin and that just undeemahns ma manhood.... yessirreee, Guess I'll reee-place ma old pit latrine and get me some o' them city folks love-medicine... then I'll do some sow-calling... And dang me and call me Buford if I don't neither dagnabbit".