This morning I got spam asking me if I'm concerned about my penis size (in case you're wondering, I'm not), but it was apparently from my Grandpa Frank from beyond the grave. Because it was a name my email rercognized, it ended up in my inbox. It freaked me out a little bit until I realized what it was. Good to know Grandpa Frank still cares, and that he's still crazy.
A few days ago, I was momentarily creeped out to receive a phone call from my deceased Grandpa Wayne, until I answered and realized my grandma just never changed the bill into her name after he died. The caller ID still said Wayne when she called.
A few days ago, I was momentarily creeped out to receive a phone call from my deceased Grandpa Wayne, until I answered and realized my grandma just never changed the bill into her name after he died. The caller ID still said Wayne when she called.
_schmoe:
i use my spam like a horoscope. according to the all-knowing spam my penis had quite some issues a couple months ago, then it was the mortgage i don't have that could get me a hell of a loan, now i need some weight loss pill that is promised to not blow up my heart.