Yesterday was the tragically predictable homogenized fuss-fest of faux-lovin, which means today when reviewing the spam filter there was an endless supply of dating sites, drugs to make your dong grow, diamonds and drink your tears away offers to go through. If you believed every spammer this would either be the most awesome world to live in, or the most frightening. I personally love cheesy rhyming, particularly in spam poetry. It makes me feel all second-gradery when I seem them, particularly something so timely as this:
It’s exciting to have found you.
What shall we do?
I’m keen to learn more
now tell me all about you.
Log onto the site.
You’ll see I’m alright
Is there someplace we can meet?
And we might stay out all night