Freak Ass Spam #3
As always, I’m more than willing to use the stupidity of others to generate entertainment for you all out there. That, and getting oddball spamments here at BrainRants is like being handed free material. Kind of like, I can take a day off from being creative and just punch that publish button. So on to the latest twisted digital driftwood that accumulates here on my needle-strewn beach:
From ‘Lily Miln 6’: “Lucky for you that the Horde hate the Alliance again and that you get a chance to scratch their backs and they help scratch your�� s.” This is reminiscent of the ‘carrots coming to eat my position’ from #1. This also sounds like some fanfuck trashing either Star Wars or Star Trek… whichever… can’t we all just get along? And for the record, I require no ass-sistance scratching my ass. And what’s with the question-diamonds?
From ‘sfsfsdfgsdgdg’: “dfhdfghdfghdfghdfghdfghdfgbncvncvbnvcbncvbncvbn” You know, it really, really awesome that epileptics can finally access the fucking interwebs. Too bad they can’t easily spell out ‘p-o-r-n’ like the rest of us. Shame, really.
Learn more about Lucas: Who the hell is Lucas? I knew a Lucas in gradeschool. He was one of those ’emotionally challenged’ kids who would lose his rabbit-assed mind if he spilled his milk and pitch an epic fit. That, or take it out on you and attempt to bitchslap you somewhere into next week.
Fun and gag: Another one with endless possibilities. Many of those I would be completely opposed to personally exploring, so no clicky for you, fuckwit.
Led TV: At first I assumed that this was just an ad for a new television, but then it occurred to me that possibly, in the spirit of Led Zepplin, a new and exciting dope-smokin’ music group is forming. I will have to watch the news…
Beretta 9mm: Put me in a dress and call me Shirley. Finally, spam I can really, really use. There’s nothing like the feel of a good automatic handgun in your grip, one that you’ve trained on and is easy to use to you as pointing your finger and making someone’s face expl… uh, never mind. You get the point.
Movie star planet: Oh… My… God… Quite possibly my worst fucking nightmare, people. Imagine being trapped on a world full of effete, dissociated, douchebag, self-important, Democrat/Libtard, big-mouthed, overpaid, undereducated, questionably-sexual fucktards. These people get paid, in essence, to pretend to be someone else. The rest of us either get committed or have to get therapy for doing that. I except Gary Sinise from this diatribe. He is righteous.
From somewhere in Poland: “greetings, your internet site is discount. I do thank you for work” For some reason I feel like a three-dollar whore. Not saying that’s a bad thing here…
I’m not really clear inside my own head as to what about all this crap scares me more: the content of the shit I get, or the notion that somewhere there’s a person sending this shit around. Or at least making a spambot to do it.