An open letter to Spam
What the hell are you doing at the bottom of these open letters? I was just minding my own business, reading fun letters by Adam and his insane fans, and there you were, in font sizes unheard of outside NYT headlines.
What do you mean? I want to talk to you; I want to love you; I want to respond and reply and remit and never let you go... but then you tell me "appendicitis the maniacal an nightmare an treason lollipop but ass to as fan okay: speculative anecdotal, intermittently, upscale as prejudge, it football gong" and I'm confused again. Cruel world, I understand nothing.
I'm going to go commiserate with Not A Psycho Chick
Jerry (aka ~spam())