Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
Monday, January 30, 2012
Spam-o-Grams
The vast majority of my spam lately has been offers from pill-pushers, mostly foreign, hawking just about every drug under the sun. I mean, geez, do I look like I'm on my deathbed? Or a junkie? Admittedly, I could probably benefit from a nice tranquilizer lately, but how do they know that? And why do they think I need Viagra?
Shoot, if you want to spam me, Stupid Spammers, send me something useful -- like shoe coupons. Or great deals on hot (and no, I don't mean that kind of hot) jewelry or dresses or dog supplies.
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4 comments:
No Sherry...You do NOT look like you are on your Death Bed!
Although you do look a little like a Junkie.
A beautiful Junkie...:-)
I look like a junkie, Mr. G?! How the heck do you figure?!!
Maybe you will find my own offer very un-Spam-like:
Act now and I will send you one Pug. To sweeten the deal (as if it really needs sweetening), I'll throw in free handling.
There's always room for another pup around here, Pugsley. And my pups always get plenty of handling.;)
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