I think so, Brain … but do Vikings really eat Spam on their pizzas?
Something for the pumpkin spice addicts—
UPDATE—My Viking ancestors were unavailable for comment.
I think so, Brain … but I like Spam.
I think so, Brain … but Spam filets? How would that work?
I think so, Brain … but wouldn’t most of his emails be filtered by Caller IQ?
I think so, Brain … but all the emails from Hormel wind up in the spam folder.
I think so, Brain … but isn’t that tofu-based stuff really artificial Spam?
Narf! Brain … turkey Spam?
I think so, Brain … but Spam gravy?
I think so, Brain … Vegetarian Spam?
Narf! Brain … is there really a market for Liver Spam?
Narf! Brain … Turkey Spam?
I think so, Brain … but this time you ask all those Vikings what they want for breakfast.
I think so, Brain … but would a Spam soufflé be appropriate?
I think so, Brain … but what wine would you serve with curried Spam?
Narf! Brain … what will we do with 300 pounds of Spam pudding?
Narf! Brain … what will we do with 300 pounds of Turkey Spam?
Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam … Lovely Spam! Wonderful Spam!
—The Vikings in the Restaurant
I was looking through the Hogewash! spam file this morning for an expected message that might have be caught there, and I found this:The text of that message seemed familiar, and I had, in fact, read it before. At Breitbart Unmasked.
UPDATE—Unlike 99% of the junk in my spam file, the URL and IP don’t link back to a live webpage selling something like fake handbags or drugs or porn.
Come on, guys, you can do better than this. Can’t you?