Wednesday, September 25, 2019

TWITTER POO

Like everyone on the internet, I deal with Spam. No, not the tasty Hawaiian food beloved by so many poorer ethnic Americans, or Philippinos, but junk comments designed to either invade a site or test out whether it can be used to boost sales of penis medicine, tourist hotels in Allahabad, or durable cheap roofing materials and coffee enemas.

Full disclosure: I totally approve of coffee enemas. Only idiots and Gwyneth Paltrow get those. Maybe Vani Hari too, but I shan't delve too deeply. All those people deserve fully Starbucksed colons. If the kale didn't do it.
I have never had an enema.

Several Spam comments mention twitter. And ask if I use it.


DO I LOOK LIKE A CORRUPT CRIMINAL POLITICIAN WITH A FAKE TAN AND A COMB-OVER?!?


Well?

I don't have a spoiled brat bitch daughter running sweat-shops either, or two loathesome slug-like sons.

I'd really like to put the twitter users and the coffee enema people together.
They have a lot in common.

Real Spam, I like. Great once in a while with lots of sambal, a pile of rice, an egg, and either salt fish or maple sausages. Or in insta-noodle soup, with some gai choi and sliced jalapeños.





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