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recently, i seem to be inundated with spam messages offering various solutions to my "small member" problem. some of them are actually quite poetic. here are a few of my favs:

I carry a bazooka in my pants, walking around.

Be the master of the universe, with a huge broadsword in your pants.

Don't be the guy whom others laugh at in the locker room. *I *heart* the use of the word "whom"*

all this just to say, thank-you, spammers, for embracing your literary side; or rather, thank you, english majors, for finally finding a honest days work.