Spamtastic

I get shitloads of spam. Everyday. Most of it automatically goes to my spam folder where, once a day, I give it a quick scan before permanently deleting the majority.

Since I know someone named Jim Hess, I gave this particular missive a once-over only to realize it ain't from my Jim Hess. Fortunately, it has that most unlikely humorous quality to it only realized in bad to-English translations. Have a read and I think you'll agree. Clicking on the image will enlarge--dare I say enhance--the text.

Me? I'm off to Payless to get a size 13 loafer for my Johnson.