Most spammers are too stupid to click their way out of a Geocities page, and their spam usually targets people of a similar IQ. I would love to find out where these fuckers live. I'd love to get their phone numbers. I'd love to impart some of my frustration and agony on these dick-picking shit shows...
My Spam Fantasies:
1. I drive a big pick-up truck onto a spammer's lawn. In the bed of the pick-up is a giant neon sign advertising cheap Cialis stocks and shares, and everything is spelled incorrectly. I leave the pick-up on the lawn and run away with the keys, so the spammer can't move the truck or its sign.
2. I let my dog drink a pint of Half-and-Half and then get him to take a shit in the spammer's mailbox, preferably on top of some important bills and a Christmas card from the spammer's mother.
3. I shove an envelope under the spammer's front door. Written on the envelope is "Re: Your overdue account." In the envelope is a powdered form of smallpox.
4. I light the spammer on fire.
5. I find out which school the spammer's small children attend. When they're on their way out of the school gates in the afternoon, I approach them with brochures depicting lude pornographic acts involving a variety of God's creatures, including but not limited to teenage girls and oxen.
6. I enter the spammer's phone number into PhoneMyPhone.com and set it to call the spammer nine times at three in the morning. Every morning.
7. I plaster an assortment of meaningless stickers on the spammer's car window so that the vehicle is undriveable. When the spammer complains that the stickers won't come off, I call it "advertising."
8. I stand outside the spammer's house while he is having his dinner and yell meaningless things at him.
9. I wait for the spammer outside his bank. When he's on his way inside, I pull him aside and tell him he's been pre-approved for a loan of $300,000 as long as he can show me some valid ID. While he's looking for his license, I kick him in the nuts and steal his wallet.
10. I purchase an obviously fake but somewhat imaginative police officer's uniform and "arrest" the spammer. Then I take him to a warehouse down by the stadiums and beat him senseless.
10a. (This one's for you, Calophi) I crash the spammer's Thanksgiving dinner and present the spammer's wife with Norwegian Penis Power pills. Winking suggestively at the spammer, I say to her, "You don't have to thank me... I know you'll be thanking God later on tonight."
Call me angry and unreasonable, but I'm so sick of this shit.
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