I used to like Spam, then I tried the cheaper stuff you get at Walmart. Now I can't go back to regular Spam because I've eaten the cheap stuff so long, it tastes better.
I decided to send my spam to the above address. From one week - ONE WEEK - I had 768 messages, advertising increasing body parts in size to growing more hair to taxes to Nigerian princes wanting to ship money to my bank account...whew!
Last time I got my nails done was when I was like 5 or 6. I had a mean big sister who liked to dress me up and put makeup on me and do my hair and such. Mom would come walking into the room and I'd be standing there looking like ET. Mom would scream, "What are you doing to him!?"
'course, today it's all cammo pants and muscle shirts. *ahem*.