So lately, my folder’s been flooded by a new set of spammers, who’ve taken to trying to evade the spam filters by making the entire contents of their message, save a sentence or so, into an image. Too bad they’re still all ending up in Spam-land. Fail.
In any case, this one just made me LOL, so without further ado, Weekly Spam in Pictures:
Okay, what the hell is wrong with this girl’s face? It’s stretched out like the creepy smiles in Soundgarden’s Black Hole Sun video. Yuck! I can’t even… it’s like Mr. Ed humped a Beverly Hills housewife or something.
But beyond that, I LOVE the product name: Bill My Parents. *snort* That’s just awesome. It makes no apologies for what this is, and keeps it simple. In fact, when I saw this, I immediately thought of this:
Yeah, you totes know all the dumb-ass spoiled teens ARK Fail Factory enlists have parents who hand out prepaid credit and debit cards to their pweshus spawn. Now that we’ve got Mummy and Daddy’s money, you know what time it is!
And guess who’s gonna be performing at the party with Rebecca? Only the most no-no-notorious dude in their class:
I really hope Bill My Parents Mr. Ed Progeny has better luck than Rebecca hitching a ride to this sweet party:
Oh wait; there’s the spoiled teen brigade now. Our Bill My Parents girl has a ride to the party! Whee!
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun!
This post brought to you by my sleep-deprived brain randomly surfing my accumlated gifs. Now go get that prepaid debit card!