I’m trying to decide which of today’s misbegotten nooze items, if any, I should report to you here; and my wife is reading aloud from our junk mail folder.
Great merciful heavens.
“Woman poops out 39 pounds of fat! Doctor is speechless…” I suppose he would be.
Several dozen blandishments for this or that potion, pill, or pablum guaranteed to give you “rock-hard,” “granite,” long-lasting, industrial strength–well, you know the rest. Honestly, I never would have thought there was such a desperate need for all this pendejo medicine.
“Try this simple trick for wealth and fame!” If we all tried it, would we all be rich and famous?
Can you imagine an explorer from a hypothetical country that has never had any contact with America coming here and seeing this? What kind of report would he send back to his sponsors?
The America inhabiting our junk mail deserves Joe Biden.