I am on the receiving end of spam porn texts. WTF did I ever do to deserve this garbage? Before I go through and delete the ones I’ve missed for whatever reason I figured I’d post them in all their glory here. I limited myself to five, and then two shots of the text listing pages, so the full telephone number shows in all its glory.
The thumbnails are links to photobucket. Click the thumbnail and you’ll get taken to a version of the image that is about 50% of full size. Cursor over the image and you get a magnifying glass. Click again. Then you can read them in their full glory.
And do you know what sort of “defense” Verizon offers against this slime? You can block up to a whopping five numbers for a whole 90 days. Which is just perfect here, since they never come from the same number, so it might as well be five minutes.
Verizon, your local porn enabler. Since their response is such a complete joke, I gotta think they’re making money off this somehow. So, in summary:
Very truly yours,
Observation: There’s nothing quite like a Wal-Mart doughnut. As in, bought from their bakery department on the pretense that it was actually baked somewhere within fifty miles of said store.
But they’re really quite amazing. The “glaze” was clearly composed of sugar and something*, but unlike most doughnut shops, no attempt was made to cover the entire doughnut with it. In fact, the way each bit of “glaze” was blobbed on reminded me a bit of the chunks of skin you can peel off when a sunburn begins to recede. Not as to color, of course, but certainly as to shape.
And the doughnut itself seemed constructed entirely out of lard, with no taste of flour or whatever else it is one puts in doughnuts. And yet the doughnuts retained their doughnut-y shape, which would be a neat trick indeed from pure lard.
And I just finished the last of the six. Pure bliss. I think I now know how Huxley’s character’s felt as they started off on a Soma Holiday.
“By this time the soma had begun to work. Eyes shone, cheeks were flushed, the inner light of universal benevolence broke out on every face in happy, friendly smiles. Even Bernard felt himself a little melted.”
“..there is always soma, delicious soma, half a gramme for a half-holiday, a gramme for a week-end, two grammes for a trip to the gorgeous East, three for a dark eternity on the moon…”
* – I cannot even hazard a guess as to the “something.” I presume water, but the sugar in the glaze was so powerful it could have been ammonia and I doubt I’d have noticed.