Spam As Folk Art for 2004 October 22

Spam!: The Musical

Confirm everything? That'll take forever!

I'm pleased to announce this new cross-promotional deal where I am bundled free with every girl.

When you drive internationally, you appoint Hitler!

Look, your son doesn't need hurting and you shouldn't assist your daughter in pain. Stop hurting your children! Won't someone think of your children?

When spam genres collide!

"Doob-doob, you swallowed the antidote bottle!" "Soooo-rry."

It's about time I started getting pirate spam.

What people hoped Clinton's autobiography would be like.

Once I was the King of Med's; now I eat OG3.

I've probably said this, on Christmas day.

When Josh Hendler spams (Heh heh, a little in-joke for my colleagues at the Clark campaign. What?! Okay, geez.)

Spam blackmail! "We're already spamming you! Make the most of it!"

I never want to see a supermarket clerk wearing this button.

Thanks to global warming, you're in luck!

That's the idea, yes.

The Wild One remade as a real estate movie.

I'll just take the top nav, thanks.

Wow! There was free Alfonzo on my PC all along!

Ah, sweet relief--ARRRRRRGH, THE PAIN!

Hey, thanks for telling me about the SUBTLE WAY TO GET LAID!!!

Great, now people are spamming me with entries from their boring weblogs.

The alliteration extends to the filter countermeasures!

Teen Anus: Destroyer Of Worlds

Like... dotcomaphil! And webzine!

I need you to send only your longest, most trusted soldiers on this mission!

So I just drop something and it falls towards the earth? Amazing!

You, you can't have a trilobite.

You must stand astride vexation if you would prove its master!

I guess that's one way to look at it.

As a copyeditor.

His longstanding fear of movies triggered the heart attack we all knew was coming.

The extremely-soft-porn website tries to make a comeback.

Sure, I'll leave my lands to the church.

Since all the Beatles have ears, that seems a little high. Are they Spock ears? What is the deal here precisely?

Is my home on fire?

I'm a trilobite! What do you think?

Not even Kevan would want a squid bride (though perhaps a trilobite would).

The new cereal for guitarists.

That's right, Lyon, France, I'm talking to you.

Can't help you there.

My sauerkraut is on the way; at last, I can relax!

I can't stand here listening to you and your racist friend.

But is probably not.

Adherence to Catholic orthodoxy has never been so masculine!

Is this one of those "wacky patents"?

My guess is no.