NOT that I'm encouraging them or anything, but I simply have to point out how some of my spammers are becoming increasingly creative.
Earlier today the comments section of this blog was graced by the following poetic masterpiece:
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Since I hurt my pendulum
My life is all erratic.
My parrot, who was cordial,
Is now transmitting static.
The carpet died, a palm collapsed,
The cat keeps doing poo.
The only thing that keeps me sane
Is talking to my shoe.
-- My Shoe
Of course, I'd like to think that it was my writing that inspired them to soar to such new and literary heights... (Feel free to wipe them smirks of yer faces and instead nod in sincere agreement.)
So since I've set such high spamdards - especially over these last few days - I feel it my Civic Duty as Blogger to continue this tradition of imparting inspirational facts such as the following, which I read somewhere (possibly on another blog, but I can't remember where, so if I've nabbed this from one of you, please feel free to claim credit immediately): If you were to... um... expel gas (okay, okay: FART, if you were to fart) almost non-stop for about six years and nine months, you would generate enough gas to create the energy of an atomic bomb.*
Well, you certainly can't say that I never teach you anything!
*So Emily, in future, I'd lay off those beans if I were you!
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There once was a man from Nantucket ...
Oh wait, THAT's certainly not appropriate. Let's try this again:
I know a gal from South Africa
with hair as red as the sun
on chat she'll play some sass with ya
(here I thought I was the only one)
Someday I'll take her to Fell's Pointe
and Baltimore, I'll show her around
though these days I'm closer to Detroit
it's one of my old stomping grounds
we'll eat pizza that's white
and do the zoo pub crawl
if only I could afford a flight
and wasn't in trouble with the law
until then we have the 'net
on which to communicate
and look at the time, I'm not in bed yet
I should do that before it's too late
;)
(How's that for creative spam, eh? Yeah, okay, it was lame ... but it's 3:30 a.m. ... throw the kitty a frickin' bone.)
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