I've gone through dry spells before, but this has been going on for weeks. Who is the Spam Master? I'm going through spam withdrawal and it ain't pretty. Friends, Romans, countrymen, send me your spam!
Friday, October 19, 2012
Where's the spam?
I've gone through dry spells before, but this has been going on for weeks. Who is the Spam Master? I'm going through spam withdrawal and it ain't pretty. Friends, Romans, countrymen, send me your spam!
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Maybe the humorous spam is being squeezed out by the political spam.
But I don't like spam....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=anwy2MPT5RE
AND GIRLS of course.
Spam PoemSpam poem is courtesy of John Strong.
Oh SPAM! Oh SPAM! Gourmet delight!
My food by day, my dreams by night.
To carve, to slice, to dice you up -
pureed in a blender and sipped from a cup.
What shining deity from Olympus knelt
down to the earth and hog butt smelt?
Creating then man's eternal desire
for swine entrails congealed by fire.
On some corporate farm, a pig has died.
Eyes, tongue, and snout end up inside
that cube of SPAM hidden in the can
I now hold in my trembling hand.
More than mere food, SPAM is for me
a hedonistic expression of gluttonous glee.
Mottled with pork fat, the pink cube engrosses.
My mouth takes it in, my intestine disposes.
Long have my arteries clogged to the sound
of sizzling SPAM when there's no one around -
furtively chewing or swallowing whole.
Triple bypass by forty, my medical goal.
Other processed meat products I've tried or declined
Vienna Sausages, Treet, even pig's feet in brine.
Though each may be tasty in different ways,
none matches SPAM for gelatinous glaze.
That glistening pinkness beckons me
with gristle, fat, and BHT.
Oh Spam, my Spam - the taste, the smell -
The sacred meat product from Hormel
Sorry..sorry sorry.
Love means never having to say your sorry. I loved the poem. So elequently written!
Toad, I'm very nervous about your email address sitting out there. Remember the hits we receive each day. Please consider removing that post. I'm sure any regular-irregular has already naken note if they want it.
TAKEN.....Grrrrr
Whose fingers are this tiny? ;>
Kinda like "getting naken"....haha KK. :>
As part of a box of survival supplies, I bought three cans of spam. Figuring I should try some at least, I opened one up. The smell that greeted me was most unpork-like. Still, meat is neat, right?
NASTY, NASTY, NASTY. It will for sure have to be a disaster to get me to open another can.
Last spam I bought was me hearkening fondly back to my childhood. I had the same reaction, huck, when I opened the can. Yak!
BLB, yep, gotta watch those typos.... the boys around here are hungry! lmao!
Orb's, I was advised to remove my e-mail address unless I want someone to mess my puter up but good? Not you of course, but I guess better safe than sorry.
Toad,, I got the address and spam is on its way to you.
Yeah, real Spam is pretty nasty. I had a craving for it about a decade ago and bought a can and cut off a chunk and fried it up. I couldn't even finish eating it.
Spam is popular in Hawaii. They have hundreds of recipes using spam.
Toad, if you don't get the emails, check your spam folder. (How ironic.) The address I forward and receive spam from is a Road Runner account, @wi.rr.com
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