Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Spam imitates life.

One of my email accounts throws suspected spam messages in a separate folder but requires I delete them manually.

Recently, I've been looking at senders' names and message lines and it's freakin' me out a little.

Robert, Samuel, Leonard, David and Steve are all exhorting me to enlarge my, ummmm, male appendage by using pills they'll sell me.

Rose, Nancy, Louise, Katherine and Sarah want me to either gamble at their online casinos or refinance my (non-existent) house with them.

Conclusions:

1. There are too many men out there paying far too much attention to my johnson.

2. Women are only interested in my money.

I wish it was the other way around....

6 comments:

Rice said...

I always loved the term, johnson. It really says it all.

picaboblu said...

At least they're not begging you to send money to Africa in order to collect that long-lost relative's inheritance! I'm glad that one has disappeared.

John said...

I don't know, I'd rather the women not be the ones suggesting that the groundhog can't see its shadow, so to speak. I have to wonder why the guys think I'd care about their opinion on the subject.
Email ads are evil.

MrScribbler said...

John -- at least many women can transform a raw recruit into a Private First Class (so to speak), and without pills, too....

joan said...

Email ads are evil although I expect they all made up their names anyway. It might be the other way around after all.

Anonymous said...

I think I'll keep a bit of "distance" on this one....

Dr. lz