Yes, I know, I'm bitching about Spam again.

But I really don't need to see penis enlargement Spam from Elmo or my dead friend, Eric Schneider, OK? Spammers what Spam... you have now gone beyond all limits of good taste. Which is astonishing because I really thought you STARTED there, but God... when my Spam starts me to wondering about Elmo's sex life or wondering if Eric is now the patron angel of Erectile Dysfunction, helping men get it up everywhere... and somewhere Eric is surely laughing. But honestly, this is not how I want to think of him! And Elmo... OK... if Elmo has a penis and takes pills to make it bigger, I DO NOT WANNA KNOW. OK? PLEASE? Is nothing sacred?

I feel completely violated. My brain, oh, it hurts... I don't think bleach and steel wool are gonna work this time... ooohhhh, my brain, my brain, OW.