Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Viagra and Crazy Blog Serial Episode Twenty-Six

Just as I do every morning, I got up this morning and checked my e-mail. Could somebody please tell me why I'm being bombarded with offers for Viagra (and other "enhancers"), Adobe Photoshop, and other dubious offers at suspect prices? What exactly have I done to trigger the avalanche of spam?

That's just in my Yahoo e-mail. In my Hotmail e-mail, I'm showered with "free" car, computer, and furniture offers plus plane tickets and free tickets for amusement parks. Of course you have to fill out a certain number of credit card offers and also get so many friends and acquaintances to fill out said offers... It would be interesting to find out if you got the free stuff even if the credit card companies turned down your application.

Then on another e-mail account I'm inundated with offers to view free naked women in their apartments. No thank you. A naked man in my own apartment is all I can handle at this time. And of course, I also receive quite a few offers for Russian Mail Order Brides. Not quite sure why I would need one or what I would do with her. Maybe I could marry off my oldest son.

Anyway, that's my rant for the morning. Guess I got up on the far side of the moon this morning and it was just too much to be faced with an offer for Wondercum (I didn't make that up!) The spammers are getting bolder and more inventive by the day. If you have a solution, other than having your junk mail separated (which I do), I would like to hear it. Most days I have more junk mail than real mail.

In the meantime, back to the Crazy Blog Serial Episode Twenty-Six--if you missed Episode Twenty-Five, check it out first at http://www.amarindajones.blogspot.com

“I don’t think we’re supposed to blow until they’re on their knees,” Emmeline argued. “If we blow too soon, the Pit Keel will know we’re here.”

Rinalda sighed impatiently. “The minute we set foot on that bridge the Pit Keel will awaken. By then, it will be too late.”

Pulling the bugle from her pack, Emmeline put it to her lips, took a deep preparatory breath—

“Stop!” Shade shouted. “It’s a trick! The bugle will madden the Pit Keel into a feeding frenzy!”

“I thought you didn’t know about the Pit Keel?” Frowning at him, Emmeline lowered the bugle. “Why do you think it’s a trick?”

Rafe grabbed Rinalda’s arms and turned her so that Emmeline could see her face. “Look! She has zucchini pustules. She’s one of them. She’s a zucchini zombie!”

Rinalda eyes suddenly glowed and small tentacles appeared from the pustules. Rafe jerked his hands away as Emmeline whipped her jeweled peeler from the holster and fired. With a terrible shriek, the zombie turned and ran directly toward the abyss. She gave one final scream as she leaped from the edge.

* * * * *

The companion shrank back as the oldest elder hissed in anger. “Go! Stop them before they cross over the abyss. If they succeed in carrying the sacred chocolate over the abyss, we will not be able to stop the prophecy!”

“Me? Wait a minute,” the companion objected, slowly backing away. “It doesn’t say anything in my contract about jeopardizing my life to stop the prophecy! There’s no endangerment clause in the contract!”

“Why you mealy-mouthed, lily-livered coward!” The oldest elder flicked one finger in his direction shooting off sparks that knocked him down. One more shot would do it, but the youngest elder tugged her arm.

“Look! Look at Emmeline! What is she doing?”


Don't forget to check for the next episode tomorrow at http://www.kkirch.blogspot.com

Until tomorrow!

Anny

4 comments:

  1. The next time I cook zucchini I'll look it all over for pustules. Yuck. So is Rinalda history now?

    Mona (who missed a few episodes and has trouble following directions.

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  2. Mona, go to Anny's website to catch up. Bookshelf, all the way at the bottom.

    Gosh Anny there is so much to say here. First I hear you on the bombarding sex offers. I get the penis enlargement ones and the "wanna get laid tonight in your home town" subjects. Since the only Penis I own is not on my person and I am quite happy with it and I can get laid anytime I want, I just delete it.

    And the pustules. I thought mine were bad, but they've never tried to "reach out and touch" anyone before. What the heck am I supposed to do with this mess? Eh? Holy Cow.

    Right then. Off to work I go. (ps. home now. Whew)

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  3. So glad you're home safely. Mona, if you can't find the back ones let me know and I'll send 'em to you. How's your mom???

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  4. “Look! Look at Emmeline! What is she doing?”

    My question exactly...

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