Spam Poetry
This recent blog spam approaches the poetic. (Not for those with delicate sensibilities.)
I search for the skirt or team up for congeniality and lustful experiments. In sex I take pleasure in much anal, surely much it is nice common voiced, games and toys which add to sex some savour…
And, no, I don’t read every spam comment that I get.
Update: I just received a spam email that made it through Gmail’s filter. It bore the subject “Barefoot plod I the cold.”
Awesome!
But too awesome, methought. Surely this is borrowed and not a chance collision of words.
A quick Google search proves my instincts right. This comes from Shakespeare’s All’s Well That Ends Well. If you’re going to steal, might as well be from the very best.
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