I don’t share nearly enough of my spam these days. Maybe it’s cos there’s only so many jokes one can make about penis enlargement scams. -I mean, spams. Cos I’ve never tried one that went horribly awry. So you’ve no need to ask.

This one, though, caught my eye today:

Be fix of balls flightless

Flightless balls? Hopefully not when the rest of you is flying. Imagine the horror: you land at Heathrow (never Gatwick!), ready for some lady action, only to discover that you left the manliness back at home. Damn. A vacation without balls, that’s a vacation spent hanging out in tropical-themed bars sipping overpowered fruit drinks, bitching to your mates about window treatments.

Airlines sometimes ask me to put mine in with the checked baggage — they hardly fit in the overhead bins, ya dig? — but then they get “lost.” You see the co-pilot (always the co-pilot, hmmm) walking away with them. Gets a real sheepish grin on his face when he’s busted. “Oh, sorry, mate, I thought these was mine.”

Yeh, right.

Fucker.

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