Chris Walsh (chris_walsh) wrote,
Chris Walsh

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Subject line in my "Spam" folder:

Let your rod roar out of your pants

(Allegedly sent from Mosso's Pharmacy of Latrobe, PA, by the way)

Dear "Mosso's":

Okay, I'm having serious junior high "hide the boner!" flashbacks, same as any former teenage boy remembers. Accidental incidental tumescence (having inconvenient erections at inopportune times, I mean) was the bane of our existences; we were terrified of our man-parts being obvious under our pants. How much worse would it be if THEY MADE NOISE???!!!!

Therefore I am not intrigued by your ideas or wishing to subscribe to your newsletter.


(You're right, popfiend: these are fun to write!)

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