After you have a blog for a little while you come to grips with the fact that you will get far more spam comments than actual comments.
You’ll get so many spam comments that you wish there was a different name for them, because it kind of ruins real spam for you.
But then a funny thing kind of happens. You start enjoying the spam more than the actual comments. It’s an effect not at all dissimilar to the Stockholm Syndrome.
But some of the spam is enthralling and highly entertaining in a perverse kind of way.
Here, let me show you a recent sample of my spam:
There’s something somehow thrilling about being told by an eight-inch penis that they are impressed. And when contactsex uses only German in their comment to you–clearly assuming that you are fluent in not only matters of passion, but also the sweet, dulcet tones of the mother-tongue–well how could you not be flattered?
I can’t wait to see what eight inch penis has to say about this post. I mean, if he thought that I “gotten hit the nail on the head” in my July 8th Sunday in Review post, he’ll be delighted how much more gotten nail head hitting I’ve done with this one!
And we’ll see if Cheap Dewalt is as good as his word about him being a “logo new reader.” The proof is in the pudding, Cheap.
As for Erotyczna Praca’s query about how we could keep up a correspondence, I can only say keep commenting, buddy. Keep commenting.