spam poetry: you’re the tops

Today, I was told I’m the tops. Who told me so? The brilliant people over at Google. And who am I to argue with Google. They do no evil.

Actually, I’m not 100% sure it was actually from the fine folks over at Google. As a matter of fact, I’m almost 100% sure the email’s source did not originate from them. It’s ok, whomever sent it never really explained much as to what I as the top of, they drifted off into a movie diatribe:

Those videos that leave you either guessing or utterly shell-shocked at the end of them. These can be videos which are complex in their plot or in the order in which the plot unravels, or those videos where it is unsure what is reality and what is fiction…You want those videos. You want to watch them, live them, maybe even become them. Be the top. This is how

The never did show me how to be the top in the end, either…


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