Pretty Good Spam

I've been paying attention to my spam lately. You know, it's entertaining. I choose to know very little of how spam comes about; I prefer to imagine that it's written and sent independently by small, frail aspiring lyricists who make their homes under the stairs of Manhattan high-rises. Lines from today's most excellent sample:

Now Japan will withdraw,
From this venture so flawed,
While Bush clings to his pricey, failed mission.

He mocks liars on cue,
And he loves kangaroos.

My media humor is here,
and my Ann Coulter humor is here.
My New York humor is here,
and my travel humor is here.
With laughter my mood he transforms.

Ne monkey pas avec les babouins!

Like, wow.