It's unfathomable to me that spam might actually work as a marketing tool, but I'm guessing there have to be SOME consumers or it wouldn't perpetuate as it has (kind of like my thought that McDonald's isn't really food but sheeploads of Americans pull up to the trough every day).
My email account became overrun with spam a few years ago and I started using a spamblocker to weed out anonymous offers to sell me Viagra from my close friends who actually want to sell me Viagra. I check my spam quarantine now and then in case emails get caught there by mistake or someone emails me and is afraid to hit reply when they get my white list request. Many of the subject titles are boring, but quite a few crack me up. Here are a few of my recent favorites:
Don't miss out! Grow a monster in your pants for the new year!
Fuckstickmacroadela
You won't need to furtively put a sock in your trunks anymore.
Maze Cheap Rolex Leg
Please your wife with a really big shaft!
Do not be ashamed of your penis size.
WallopingPenisCyrus
The Volume of your Male Meat is Absolutely Essential!
MarianneSignificantDick
A guy with a small penis is the most unattractive thing ever
Turn your trouser mouse into a monster schlong in 2008!
Hilarious, aren't they? But really, the uncanny thing is how these spammers KNOW that I'm ashamed of my trouser mouse and that my wife is unhappy. I haven't told anyone about that. It's a little scary to out myself like this but it had to happen sooner or later. So there... I said it. I want a big scary monster schlong for Christmas. And I'll sit on Santa's lap as long as it takes to get it.
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