What are the spam monkeys playing at now?
Delving into the dank, swampy recesses of the Bitterwallet spam filter earlier today was a little disheartening. Gone are the offers to enlarge my penis and get me some yankee doodle tonight. Even the desperate pleas of children who lost their father, a Nigerian ambassador to the United States, are a little thin on the ground.
No special offers on big brand electronics, no pharmaceutically induced pleasures; instead there was mail after mail that made less sense than an angry nun. The spam filter cleaned up any viruses left lurking, but would you bother clicking on these titles anyway? Is there some sort of inter-breeding that's spawning pointless six-toed hicks? Why?