Spammers Be Gone
That is IT. I’m cracking down on the spam blowing up my email. My personal email, that is. Because to mention a work email would be to imply that I actually HAVE a job. And I wouldn’t want to give the wrong impression.
And when I say ’spam’, I mean that rubbish from the ex-boyfriends. Stop the madness crazies. I know your sixth sense has somehow alerted you to the fact that I just got dumped and am at my most vulnerable, but control yourselves.
The chance of you getting some punnany or us getting back together or whatever it is you were looking for when you sent your emails is about as high as me finally taking advantage of that six million dollar award that the nice Nigerian man informed me I won and/or taking the necessary steps to enlarge my penis. I happen to be quite satisfied with my penis exactly as is, thank you very much.
