December 22, 2004
shoulda known better
I was going to mention the refreshing lack of spam comments I've received over the past few days, because I thought that just maybe somebody somewhere did something to slow those shits down. I am glad that I didn't mention it.
More than 500 this morning, 250 of which came from some valium-peddler I've never seen before. I deleted them all, but it was a giant pain in the ass. I hate those fuckers.
Speaking of pains in the ass...
The Savannah Morning News now requires registration to read their esteemed rag, and I don't read or comment ANYWHERE that requires me to register, so I'm not going to link to the story. Just trust me on this one-- it happened.
Local police are searching for two wimmen who sexually assaulted a man after a night of cocaine-induced partying. The guy didn't realize he had been sexually assaulted until he woke up in the morning and found a set of barbecue tongs protruding from a certain orifice in his body. HE CALLED THE COPS AND REPORTED IT, complete with the cocaine story.
I heard the news on the radio and thought... "Barbecue tongs... a certain bodily orifice... why can't I get my hands on a spammer? I've GOT a nice set of tongs..."
(UPDATE: Check the comments. A sharp reader provided a link to the story. And some good advice, too.)
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