It came to me in a dream last night: I will write a novel comprised of only the subject lines from SPAM emails sent to me. A loosely based version of myself will be the leading character in this book. It will be a pornographic medical mystery. The characters will be hot teen aged young girls from Russia who want to enable me to refinance my home at a very low rate. Because of a mix up in my presecriptions from Canada, there will be complications with my penis which will grow to an astonishing size. Before I can be returned to my normal world, I will have to varify my accounts with all online banks and retail sellers. I don't know the ending yet, but I'm certain that the inspiration will come in this week's mail. Or next week's. Or the week after that at the latest. It will have something to do with enhanced love or friends with benefits, which I will need because of the Medicaid problems in the US.

Stumble It!