Dear Annonymous, What were you thinking? Why in heaven's name would I want to go see your MAN WATCH? If someone were interested in purchasing a MAN WATCH they sure as hell wouldn't be reading the comments section of a virtually unknown blog such as mine to look for one. And even though you did leave a some what personal message along with your offer of a handy dandy Man Watch, you can not fool me, I know you did not read my blog because my blog is many things but informative is not one of them, what you did is called SPAMMING. Something I hate passionately. Something everybody hates passionately, including other SPAMMERS which is a bit ironic but oh well. Do not do this. It is bad. It is not appreciated. People do not look at these badly written spam thingees and say, OH GEE! I need a Man Watch right now and then actually send you their credit card info and wait patienty for their super new Man Watch. At least I hope they don't. Okay, just in case, for all of you people out there who think they might need a good, cheap Man Watch go to SEARS. There is no such thing as better living through SPAM, what they want is your credit card info so they can shop at places like MACY'S or Sharper Image and to top it off, you won't get a Man Watch in the mail. You won't get anything in the mail except maybe some more really good offers for Man Watches, or Beautiful Life-Like Pearls, or Face Lift in a Jar, or 30 hour 6 foot long erections you can break rocks with and bills from MACY'S and Sharper Image. Look, Annonymous, I'm sure you are a fairly decent fellow, well, actually you probably aren't a fairly decent fellow but I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt here. I just don't want you doing the Annonymous SPAM thing around here any more, okay? I'm sure you know somebody who knows somebody who is now a multi-millionaire and lives in a mansion with so many servants they have to line up outside waiting for the honor of serving the master SPAMMER but it doesn't work that way. Reality is; most spammers live in dark little houses and spend days in dark little rooms getting hooked on their own porno spam. After awhile they begin to develop weirdly shaped growths on their buttocks and the skin on their faces begins to resemble the flesh of purtrified pork chops due to the radiation coming off their computer monitors. And then the smell sets in. A horrible smell. A smell so bad that neighbors report that some guy is collected dead road-kill in his apartment and then the police come who are quickly followed by The Enquirer or The Sun or maybe Bild, (depends on which continent you live on) and before you know it the whole world will know your shame. It's true, it happened to someone I know who knows someone else who knows someone who's grandfather's neighbor is now forced to live in the tunnels under the warthog exhibit in the Paris Zoo because the warthogs were the only ones unable to properly express their disgust at the smell due to their deplorable French accent and besides no one in Paris listens to them anyway. They are not beautiful like the zebra, or cheese.
Dear Annonymous,
Read more...What were you thinking? Why in heaven's name would I want to go see your MAN WATCH? If someone were interested in purchasing a MAN WATCH they sure as hell wouldn't be reading the comments section of a virtually unknown blog such as mine to look for one. And even though you did leave a some what personal message along with your offer of a handy dandy Man Watch, you can not fool me, I know you did not read my blog because my blog is many things but informative is not one of them, what you did is called SPAMMING. Something I hate passionately. Something everybody hates passionately, including other SPAMMERS which is a bit ironic but oh well.
Do not do this. It is bad. It is not appreciated. People do not look at these badly written spam thingees and say, OH GEE! I need a Man Watch right now and then actually send you their credit card info and wait patienty for their super new Man Watch.
At least I hope they don't. Okay, just in case, for all of you people out there who think they might need a good, cheap Man Watch go to SEARS. There is no such thing as better living through SPAM, what they want is your credit card info so they can shop at places like MACY'S or Sharper Image and to top it off, you won't get a Man Watch in the mail. You won't get anything in the mail except maybe some more really good offers for Man Watches, or Beautiful Life-Like Pearls, or Face Lift in a Jar, or 30 hour 6 foot long erections you can break rocks with and bills from MACY'S and Sharper Image.
Look, Annonymous, I'm sure you are a fairly decent fellow, well, actually you probably aren't a fairly decent fellow but I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt here. I just don't want you doing the Annonymous SPAM thing around here any more, okay?
I'm sure you know somebody who knows somebody who is now a multi-millionaire and lives in a mansion with so many servants they have to line up outside waiting for the honor of serving the master SPAMMER but it doesn't work that way.
Reality is; most spammers live in dark little houses and spend days in dark little rooms getting hooked on their own porno spam. After awhile they begin to develop weirdly shaped growths on their buttocks and the skin on their faces begins to resemble the flesh of purtrified pork chops due to the radiation coming off their computer monitors. And then the smell sets in. A horrible smell. A smell so bad that neighbors report that some guy is collected dead road-kill in his apartment and then the police come who are quickly followed by The Enquirer or The Sun or maybe Bild, (depends on which continent you live on) and before you know it the whole world will know your shame.
It's true, it happened to someone I know who knows someone else who knows someone who's grandfather's neighbor is now forced to live in the tunnels under the warthog exhibit in the Paris Zoo because the warthogs were the only ones unable to properly express their disgust at the smell due to their deplorable French accent and besides no one in Paris listens to them anyway. They are not beautiful like the zebra, or cheese.