An ongoing project made possible by the alliance of an evil overlord sysadmin and a deeply word-fixated elementary school teacher. All poetry created here is exclusively formed by the manipulation of spam subject lines culled from a database of over two hundred thousand spams.
Re: him. He paled, wiped coward cigars,
kissed them, and read the
Fwd: you must see
taxidermist dilettantes beef up your Johnson
Fwd: you must see
Our little secret suddenly sprayed out of mortician ribbons
find out who wins here.
posted by Llew at 2:08 PM
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