"a fish, a barrel, and a smoking gun"
The best thing about classic spam
is that it reminds us how funny
it was the first time. Whenever
we're feeling that there's little
left to amuse - and the copyright
violations in a.b.p.e. are
beginning to look just a little
too familiar - there's always a
piece of warm, leftover spam to
remind us that the more things
fail to change, the more they
stay the same.
People say the net has no sense
of history - they're wrong. The
net's a cross between an
elephant and a white elephant
sale - it never forgets, and
it's always crap. Ah, the
down-home flavor of spam.
Nothing warms our tired old bones
better than to come to our inbox
and find that David Rhodes is
dying of the Good Times virus
and wants to get in the Guiness
Book of World Records
Book of World Recordsby
collecting the most
Admittedly, it's sometimes
difficult to get enough spam.
Sometimes we go for two, three
days without feasting on classic
spam - enough time that we run a
serious risk of spam withdrawal.
And we imagine that you, too,
have acquired the same
insatiable hunger for spam. As a
sort of public service, then,
allow us to introduce the
Spam-o-matic. No calories, all
aftertaste. Go ahead - help
yourself. Share the love. Share
WARNING: This thing works.
Really. We mean it. Use it, and
people may not like you. We're
UPDATE: We switched this
off in '98. If you haven't
learned your lesson by now,
you never will.
- courtesy of Nemo