At one point in time I had this very heavy 18" pipe wrench (probably still have it in some box somewhere in storage), and I have vivid fantasies of swinging that at various body parts of the Spam merchants. It's sort of like Voodoo ... they send me Spam, I crush their fingers on the astral plane ... they send me more Spam, I whup them upside the head with a big hunk of fast-moving metal (on the astral plane, of course) ... maybe at some point they'll wonder why their health is failing! Of course, it would be so much more fun to actually be able to beat some of those motherfuckers to death, but this world is just too damn P.C. for that, isn't it?
Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam ...
At one point in time I had this very heavy 18" pipe wrench (probably still have it in some box somewhere in storage), and I have vivid fantasies of swinging that at various body parts of the Spam merchants. It's sort of like Voodoo ... they send me Spam, I crush their fingers on the astral plane ... they send me more Spam, I whup them upside the head with a big hunk of fast-moving metal (on the astral plane, of course) ... maybe at some point they'll wonder why their health is failing! Of course, it would be so much more fun to actually be able to beat some of those motherfuckers to death, but this world is just too damn P.C. for that, isn't it?
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