Peaeater

Life in hyperbole. HYPERBOLE, I said!


Sir Spamalot

Now, I hate spam as much as the next fellow. I'll kick up some dust, shake my fist at the sky and howl and such, because I'm theatrical, but really I know I'm mortal and that nothing can stop the daily drenching from this spittle of the gods. Stoicism meets clownism. Into every life a little rain must pratfall.

But THIS guy is a very angry individual. Also a cretin. Angrism and cretinism combine to form a very powerful personal philosophy, popular in certain Western countries where the sense of entitlement monsterizes in the presence of too many Walmarts.

Unaware that the spam originated from his email address in the first place and that my inbox is merely bouncing it back to him, he's going to sue my, um, thing-hole. I ask myself, is that legally, or gosh, even anatomically possible? "Next on the dock, your Honour, we have Cretin vs. Hole. All rise!" Fecit rem qui olfecit 1, I shall cry to judge and jury, which in this case is perfectly and even technically true.

Take a listen. I clipped it before it got *really* colourful, but it's still not suitable for younger types.

Mr. Cretin gets on the horn without "Thinking It Through"


1 he who smelt it, dealt it

2 Responses to “Sir Spamalot”

  1. # Meandering Michael

    I particularly like the "and I mean it too!"  

  2. # Anonymous

    Yes indeed, he was a colourful linguisticist!!  

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