I hate Spam. I also hate spam.
It’s the latter I would like to whine about just a little.
There are many reasons to hate spam. Here are three.
1. It insults ones intellegence:
Sure! I’ll send this info off to you right away! But what do I get in return? I’m not stupid ya know.
Oh! Wow! You had me at all those zeros, Mr. Wong! I bet that’s not even his real name.
2. I don’t want what they’re selling.
I take that back. I could use the family pack of Viagra, please. Family pack? What family? What? Wha?
3. I don’t understand you:
Looks like a day’s archive of my teenagers text messages. Seriously, if you would make the type a little smaller and use some punctuation, we’d be all good. Heck throw in some tildes and a few umlauts and we’d be speaking the same language.
Don’t really have a point here other than to say no one likes it but that doesn’t mean we still don’t have to eat it.
