Happy Spamday.
That's what they should rename Sunday. Spamday. Seems like everyone with a non-workplacefiltered computer zips off crazy puzzles or chain mails or cute pictures of a walrus nursing a ferret that was orphaned in a freak terrorist attack against fuzzy wuzzy mammals. Happy Spamday. And if you don't send this out to the next 1,000 people on your e-mail list and last will and testament, your feet will smell of 2 week old Parmesan cheese so strongly that you will only ever be able to eat and live in a shitty Italian diner...like Olive Garden. *insert cute, just joshing with you emoticon here* bd
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billzbub) wrote,
