So, yeah, we are coming upon the all alien of holidays, Hallmark Greeting Cards Day. Yeah; Yeah; Yeah; shit on me all you want. The point isn’t me, it’s the Spam. It is the coffee remark I received in my spam today that broke a trend, somewhat, that dominated the early spams in the blatant idealism isn’t lost in the word play:
Get a coffee and maybe more? Check my profile its nota chore. The English trust their breakfast tea you shouldn’t be a hore.