Spam.Spam,Spam.

I.T. Fanatic Bungling Hack on his rare trip to the local supermarket force there by acute hunger owing to spending far to long at his job as an I.T. Consultant for a failed firm some were in Nigeria that owed him 2 year's wage's but promiced through E.mail's that he was due a huge bonus if he secured funding for a major development that was due to take place at an undisclosed location kept secret for fare of competition from rivel company's, this huge responsibility as you can imagen kept Bungling Hack for ever on his toe's because as the saying goes wall's have ear's,but in this modern erra it's more like C.I.A. are watching your cyber trafic, well hunger as i first said forced our man Bungling Hack to seek what he looked up on Wikki as food, but seeing as how he was on line and after he had pressed enter the word SPAM came up on screen,so with this thought in mind he proptly turned of his computer and proceded to make his way to the local supermarket which he had located by use of cyber space and a map and an on line loan from some credit card company seeking his custom that offered him a lump sum for minimal monthly out lay. His keen eye wondered from shelf to shelf in his search for said Spam,were by after much searching he came upon the Holy Grail, PLUMROSE SPAM. with sweaty Hand's and trembling excitment Bungling Hack reached out and took posession of said Plumrose spam and with a face that glowed with pride for secureing his prize proceded to the check out Girl sitting there looking a Million Dollar's in her neatly ironed super market uniform with a smile only an Angle could give on a Cold, and wet Monday morning after a rather hectic night on the Town with the Girl's on a Hen night, there he set down his prize a tin of PLUM ROSE SPAM, but with no divi card in his posession just waited for this Angel of the super market to tell him the price with a voice that could only have come from Heaven,as if on a cloud Bungling Hack slid into the waiting card machine his card and proceded to punch in his code thus that tin of Plum rose Spam was at last his to take away, and with a smile from this check out Angel whose eye's had met his she said NEXT, like a man posessed Bungling Hack took his half starved body away to his depressed clutted flat he called home were by he with trembling hands took the key that was afixed to the side of the can and with this key opened his tin of spam and the smell of fresh spam wafted up his nostrel's,it was the best smell ever,then with sharp knife he cut into the spam thick strip's which he deposited into a frying pan with a little olive oil,before to long the know fried spam was placed between two slice's of bread then carried as the England football sqaud of 1966 then carried the World Cup, his prize was sat upon the coffee table from which a gruby hand grasped it and stuffed it whole into his eager waiting mouth, he was in Heaven nothing could ever taste this good he thought,nothing at all,now he was fed Bungling Hack then turned his attention back to his computer were by he again fell under the spell of the Nigerian Witch Doctor he worked for looking once again for what his employer said was the Goose that lay's that Golden Egg,and the Mother Goose that will be only to glad to lay it.   

Did i miss something? Beaver seems to be obsessed with spam and now Lady G too.  

Must be catching. Has it made a comeback? Vile stuff 

Isn't feeding someone spam considered cruelty and a breach of their human rights now? lol

Like all the sugar that is going to go out of our famous jam so it no longer resembles our jam just a runny tasteless sludge that has half the shelf life. 

Those meddling muppets are at it again! 

I like homemade spam fritters  

I made some last year, my daughter turned her nose up but she tried them and liked them 

            

And these are for me       

MidnightTiger76RT wrote:

Isn't feeding someone spam considered cruelty and a breach of their human rights now? lol

Like all the sugar that is going to go out of our famous jam so it no longer resembles our jam just a runny tasteless sludge that has half the shelf life. 

Those meddling muppets are at it again! 

If it's not considered cruel it should be... It's yuck with a capital Y
I wouldn't give it to my dogs, or the cat.
Wouldn't even give it to the so and so who keeps parking in my space, though I might throw the whole tin at him/her..

 

I nearly posted the same thing. 
Throwing the tin at someone is the only thing it's good for 

 
Will you lot please stop SPAMING my thread thank you