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Feeling Lonely or SPAM, wherefore art thou?

I'll never forget that morning when I opened Outlook Express and saw I had a bazillion messages all from comments made to this blog.

Was it something witty I wrote that struck a chord in my adoring public's hearts and minds? Mayhaps it was my light yet comprehensive review of a particular bottle of wine that Wine Spectator had declined to address.

Alas, it was a bunch of entries with a link back to a website that dealt *snicker* with Texas, playing cards, and something to do with drawing.

That was one of the first but it hasn't been the last. I've been courted by companies that sell little blue pills for when the time is right, and others that offer to grow naturally what I already got. If applying the de-spam filter to the entries gives me a headache I can always follow the link for the best price on all drugs that normally you get only from a doctor.

But things have been quiet lately. Maybe the filters are working and they won't try any more with a hard-hearted man like me. Perhaps they've moved on to men more willing to grow *it* naturally AND be ready when the time is right. I bet those well-endowed, ribbed-for-her-pleasure, pumping-like-a-machine men even play some hands of on-line poker while they wait for *it* to achieve its maximum length and potency.

And I look instead at an empty mailbox...maybe I should frequent some porn sites and scatter my cookies to the four winds...

Posted by bbarton at December 30, 2004 02:15 PM