- Man, don't sit there
- You annoy me by this
- Go and sit somewhere else until you can speak nicely
- I felt hands helping me to sit up
- I flung myself out of my seat
- and began to hover slowly across the ceiling toward me
- Striding down the hall in her nightgown and cap
- But then came the day that Chiang vanished. He had been talking.
- Lying in his grave
- Gleeming angrily
- He saw it was open
- There for the night
- Bro, we're missing you!
- Guy, don't leave without me
- Immediately afterwards she remarked
- The first daughter wanted a brocade dress
You DO think I'm beautiful, don't you, Charlie Brown? ... You didn't answer me. You had to think about it first. Didn't you? If you really didn't have to think about it you would've answered me right away. I know when I've been insulted. I KNOW WHEN I'VE BEEN INSULTED.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spaaaam, Beautiful Spam
I get the biggest kick out of some of the subject lines I see when I go to delete the rubbish in my Spam folder. Once again, I have to share! I promise you, I did not make any of these up. I did, however, change the order (and delete the ones that weren't funny) and it sort of tells a Spam story.
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My favorite is the "striding down the hall in her nightgown and cap"--hilarious.
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