Spam me
I like spam. The kind you eat, that is.
Yep. Good 'ol Spam.
A standard item on those early camping trips. When me and my buddies would load up our makeshift backpacks and haul cans of beans and spam and hot dogs into the woods for a weekend of roughing it in the wilderness around Bangor.
Even today I am prone to packing along a can of Spam along on a backpack trip to fry up with some potatoes or with a couple of scrambled eggs.
Mmmm. Nothing like t aroma of Spam frying in the pan. And that distinct greasy, salty taste of heavily processed fat, er, I mean meat. Yum!
But I digress on this fine post-Christmas winter morning...
For it isn't canned Spam on the menu today (although a couple of Spam slices on rye with a little mustard would go down real nice right now)...
It's the spam I've got in my inbox this AM.
What does this have to do with the outdoors you ask?
Well, other than the daily adventure of plowing through all this crap in my inbox, nothing. Nothing at all.
You see, I didn't do a damn thing of a physical nature over the holiday weekend any more strenuous than hanging out with family, going to the garage to restock the fridge with beer, or going to the john to pee, or, well, you get the idea. So this is what I'm stuck blogging about. And, therefore, what you're stuck reading.
Unless you decide to click out. And I couldn't blame you. I may do the same.
Anyway, thought I'd share some of the thoughtful Christmas spam I discovered in my electronic stocking over the weekend. Note to spammers: you don't actually believe people read this garbage, do you? You do???
Consider these catchy subject lines:
"plaguesome maggot"
"acquiesce prink"
"inscribed disintegrator"
"preen depopulate"
"shipboard extant"
"apostatize critic"
"sir travel"
"hmmmm, Huddleston"
"retroaction noseband"
Okay now, sure makes me want to click through and see what's up. You?
Spam spam spam spam. Spam. Lovely spam. Spam. Lovely spam...
Hope you all had a very nice Christmas. I'll be back when I have something even marginally more interesting to say (and after I get my Spam sandwich)!