The halcyon days of Paris Hilton sex tape and penis enlargement spam seem long over; today, we are trapped with Sam's Health Insurance and random health care spam. That's got to mean something, when sex spam loses out to health spam. Very sad.
Though one weird one tricked me by actually having the pseudonym of a fannish acquaintance. I am bitter.
Note on grocery stores the weekend before Thanksgiving--dear God. Dear, dear God.