my spam (as performed by the Goons)

I swear to God these are, word for word, the three spam messages sitting in my spam inbox right now (bold is the title, with the thumbnail bit following):*

Lloyd returned when she had gone – when I awoke, ‘I don’t know if you’ll be able to do anything with her,’ said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!** ‘It all starts again.’

It’s a new genre: spam flash fiction. You heard it here first. And this.

* N.b., punctuated by me.

** okay, and Edward Lear.

 

Coming soon, probably: some kind of a rant about Bright Star.

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