A while back, Spam seemed to know me a little too well. Let’s see how familiar it is with me today.
A sampling of subject lines:
I was just on my cam.. where did you go
Well, “Bekki,” I actually just got to my computer…wait, how do you know when I’m at my computer?
I’m 19, Want to see me in my dorm?
Right, and walk all the way from visitor parking during the summer. Not likely.
Your next purchase at American Eagle is Free!
It would have to be.
Those young people taking the position you deserve because you lack a Degree?
It’s not the degree. It’s their speed, strength, and agile minds. Darn young’uns.
Younger girls, older guys?
Well, my wife is younger than I am. (Great, I’m getting old-guy spam, and I can’t really object to it.)
Take pleasure from There’s a super-product waiting to turn you into Superman in …
YES!!! Finally! Ever since I was a child I wished there was some way to turn into Superman. Perhaps this will be answer I’ve sought.
Uh, wow…I guess not. That wasn’t about being Superman at all. I mean, I guess Superman…No, that just seems weird.
It was worth opening just for the phrase “supernatural intimate,” though. 🙂
No, I’m not Tanisha.
No…What is this?
Attention Women – Complimentary advice about your credit cards..
Oh, I see the problem. I think you’re operating on a fundamental misunderstanding, Spam. You don’t know me well this day at all.