Showing posts with label spam. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spam. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Yes, People, There is a Santa Clause. (or a PG porn bot)

I mentioned recently my hatred for all things captcha related. Have an eighth of a glass of wine, and it's almost impossible to read those effers. I don't do captcha, and I don't moderate.

Evidently, blogger does it for me. The comments section has a spam bin.

Lesson number one: do not click on links provided by anonymous commenter on 7 month old blog piece. Especially one that compliments your writing style. The link will take you to a page full of scantily clad, airbrushed, impossibly toned female figures that have clearly never TASTED butter, chocolate, wine, or pasta, with inflatable balloon boobs.

Lesson number two: the blogger spam bin works pretty well. It didn't publish the comment, but idiot me thought I had a visit to return and clicked the link anyway. Now I have to blow up my computer and boil the parts to prevent icky computer diseases from spreading rampantly throughout my house and into all the other electronics. Or, you know, run the anti-virus.

And now a question...and this is serious, people. Why, for the love of all that is holy, do annoying little web trolls keep sending me pictures of naked women? They're effing everywhere! in my email spam bin, dm'd on twitter, and now the creepy little web freaks have found me here.

I'm straight. Got it? Branch out! Send me a naked penis. If I wanted to see a naked woman, I'd go upstairs, strip, and look in the mirror. It's called targeted advertising. Little web trolls should take an effing class.

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