Spam, it’s not only the “Wonder” canned meat, it’s also a term for that unsolicited self-promoting annoyance that is something that just goes along with having an online presence. During a recent conversation, Amber from Parent Palace shared the first one on this post that inspired me to check the spam on my own blog for some funnies.
You put the lime in the coconut and drink the article up.
I literally had to sing this one! Now that song is stuck in my head. Good luck on getting it out of yours.
Four score and seven minutes ago I read a sweet article, Thanks.
Love the inspiration in this one, but no, it did not inspire me to buy from your car insurance link.
Well put sir, well put.
Newsflash: I am not a sir. You would think all the pink would have gave this spammer the hint.
Slam-dunking like Shaquille O’Neal, if he wrote informative articles.
Thanks for the compliment, now go bother someone else.
There are no words to describe how bodacious this is.
Really, I haven’t heard anyone say “bodacious” since 1989.
Great hammer of Thor, that is powerfully helpful.
You’re welcome. That’s just how I roll.
Information is power and now I’m a “&@$*ing” dictator.
Wow. Just wow.
If information were soccer this would be a goaaaaaaaaaallll.
You have solved all my problems.
I solved all your problems with a post about chicken salad? You either have no problems or really needed a meal.
Great post-are you related to Albert Einstein?
Why yes, why yes I am and Ben Franklin is my dad. Ha!
This sucks. Just my thoughts.
That’s a wonderful way to get me to approve your disgusting backlink request. NOT. Stop wasting my time.
Would you have more confidence if your penis was larger?
No, I don’t have a penis nor would I need it to be enlarged if I did.
This lighthearted look at spam can be summarized it one sentence: Thank goodness for Akismet!!