A response to spam.
I like spam. In ghetto-ass kimchi jjigheh.
I like it fried with rice & peas & carrots.
I even like it fried crispy with kimchi.
I do not like it on my computer.
To Mr. Mumbutto Salamakar - I cannot help you. You are misguided. I have empathy for your plight and the recent loss of your father. But TOUGH SHIT MOTHER FUCKER.
I do NOT need a bigger dick.
I do NOT need to get viagra to stay up all night. Batteries and a pocket rocket work just fine for me, thanks.
I do NOT need the ultimate colon cleansing system.
If it were really possible to make thousands of dollars within weeks, I recommend that *you* spammers get in touch with Mr. Mumbutto Salamakar.
I do NOT need a cable filter. Hahha. With my day job, I get all the channels I want for FREE.
I like Ebay but have no intention of trying to make a living off of that site by selling used panties or belly button lint.
I do not need 3 silk ties for $3. Though I’m very good at tying ties and used to do that for my brother while growing up.
If I wanted to totally twink out, I’d *Maybe* be interested in the diet pills from canada or mexico. As I’m down to the weight I want to be at, again TOUGH SHIT MOTHER FUCKER.
Despite my father’s wishes, I really am *NOT* interested in finding Christian Singles online.
Nor am I interested in sweaty slutty russian teenagers.
No interest in HGH, Botox, or Bigger boobs. Ok, maybe the bigger boobs, but I’m jest relying on prayer when it comes to that.
I don’t even open emails that say “Children Come First” as I’m scared it’s pedopheliac porn ads.
My car already has a fine warranty program.
And should I want a degree, trust me, it won’t be from an “accredited” location that I’m spammed from.
*sigh*
Blessings to “With an H Biyatch” for installing the spam blacklist from my mt comments today. Hurray.
