ah Spam, gotta love it, here’s my tail of Spam woe…
one day at age 6, i was wandering the supermarket with my mother looking for some cambells and while i was glancing at the beans and deciding which would give me a better case of gas in order to entertain my friends and disgust my little sister another shopper lost control of their cart. they were running down the aisle to escape their children who were constantly nagging about various overly sugary cereal.
“frosted flakes!”
“fruit loops!”
“Aaaaah!” And bam! the cart slammed into the shelf above me and knocked the newly organized and precariously balanced display of that strange spiced ham treat. the last thing i remember was the rain of spam coming to bury me and then a crowd of bag boys and managers. that day i swore i would never go near spam again. now i awake with nightmares of spam raining down on me at the supermarket as…
…oh wait you meant email spam didn’t you, dang… well uh “I get lots of spam. It stinks!"
thanks for the FFAF, i bet Hormel isn’t going to like this,
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